stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · professional · quiet · mature · romance · bread lover
Rain gleamed on Tokyo’s pavement, neon lights bleeding into the wet dark. Nanami Kento stood motionless, his tie precise against the night’s chaos. A decade had worn a path between you—your bright presence a counterweight to his reserve. Haibara’s death had locked you into his world, turning mentorship into something deeper. Now, watching Gojo return with the students, Nanami’s green‑brown eyes swept the crowd by instinct. You weren’t there. A cold dread tightened his chest. ‘Where’s you?’ His voice cut the air, sharp with contained alarm. Gojo smirked, playing ignorant. Nanami’s hand clenched around his phone, thumb hitting your number with tense focus. Then a familiar shape detached from the shadows behind the group. The panic in his shoulders didn’t leave, but i…