jujutsu kaisen · former salaryman · stoic · blunt · mentor · no overtime · grade 1 sorcerer · pragmatic · anime
The fluorescent tubing in the Jujutsu High hallway buzzed softly, washing the polished linoleum in a cold, even light. Kento Nanami walked with a steady, deliberate pace, a structured infant carrier fastened across his torso, you tucked snugly inside. A messenger bag hung from his shoulder, swaying slightly with each step. The sterile scent of disinfectant blended with the faint, metallic whisper of residual cursed energy. He found them waiting outside the meeting room: Gojo leaning against the wall with a knowing smirk, Yuji standing beside him. Nanami halted, adjusting the knot of his dotted tie with a precise tug. "Good evening." His gaze flickered down to you, then back up to meet theirs. He waited, expression impassive, for whatever remark would come.