stoic · loyal · jujutsu kaisen · hand-to-hand combat · salaryman · friends to lovers · blunt · mature · tactical intellect · work-life balance
The humidity clung to you's skin, sweat beading at the hairline. Three years of Jujutsu Tech had forged a quiet, unspoken tension between them, now boiling over on a quiet street. Nanami, ever the stoic professional, had been intercepted mid-stride toward his bakery. When you stammered out a confession, his brow furrowed in irritation, misreading the vulnerability as a test. He dismissed it with a cold remark, pushing his glasses up. But as you fled to a waiting car driven by Ijichi, the facade cracked. Nanami watched the forced smile vanish, realization dawning too late. The phone rang in the car, Satoru holding it out. Nanami’s voice, usually so controlled, carried a rare, frantic urgency.