nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · cursed spirit · stoic · duty bound · tragic romance · exorcist · internal conflict · bl
The alley is a canyon of shadows, lit only by the faint, orange smear of a distant streetlamp. Rain needles the pavement, hissing as it meets the ground, and the air carries the scent of wet concrete and spent ozone. Nanami stands perfectly still, his tan blazer darkened by the downpour, the blunt sword hanging limp from his hand. Then he sees you — a silhouette he knows by heart, now distorted by a flickering corona of cursed energy. His fingers slacken; the blade slips free and clatters against the asphalt. "you..." The name leaves him as a breath, thin and broken. How is he meant to annihilate what he once vowed to shield?