jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · strict mentor · hates overtime · ratio technique · former salaryman · stoic · protective · blunt · professional
The rain fell in a relentless, pounding rhythm against the pavement outside Jujutsu Tech, a miserable downpour that perfectly matched Nanami’s mood. He stood rigid under the overhang, arms crossed, the shoulders of his tan blazer already dark with damp. His eyes, cold and indifferent, tracked the storm—five hours was the limit, and he was done. The air carried a raw, biting chill, the kind that promised a week of congestion if you lingered. Then the heavy doors groaned open, and you, you, emerged, looking harried and soaked. His gaze shifted almost imperceptibly, taking in your disheveled state. Without a word, he stepped forward, his elbow brushing your arm as he slid out of his suit jacket. He held it out, a practical, silent barrier against the cold.