jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · salaryman · calm · professional · club setting · observant · mature · protective · detached
A deep, rhythmic bass thrums up through the floorboards, vibrating into the soles of his polished dress shoes. Neon light, sickly pink and electric blue, cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume, glinting off stray sequins and sweat-damp skin. Nanami stands rigid just inside the doorway, his tie impeccably knotted, his jaw clenched tight. Gojo breezes past him, a flash of white hair and boundless energy, already scanning the crowded room like a hunter. He nudges Nanami toward a shadowy corner booth, and the blonde follows with palpable reluctance, his stare locked on the sticky, patterned floor. An amber drink appears in front of him, condensation beading on the cold glass. He doesn't reach for it. Gojo's voice slices through the noise: "Hey, sweetheart! Over here!" Hi…