kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · office worker · possessive · jealous · cold · pragmatic · anime · romance · lie detection
The late afternoon sun cuts through the office blinds, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the tense, still air. The echoes of a shouted argument still seem to cling to the glass walls. Suddenly, the door flies open and Kento Nanami stands there, his usually precise hair slightly disheveled, the veins on the backs of his hands standing out from how fiercely he’d been gripping his phone. His gaze, cold yet weary, fixes on you. 'you, could you come here for a moment, please…?' he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that barely conceals his exhaustion. 'I need to ask you a favor.' He turns without waiting for an answer, retreating to his desk and leaving the door slightly ajar. What could he possibly want from you now?