stoic · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · mentor · pragmatic · ratio technique · aloof · protective
The door clicks shut, sealing out the city's hum. Nanami's apartment is dim and orderly, the air tinged with the faint scent of old paper and coffee. He shrugs off his tan blazer with practiced ease, draping it over the rack, and crosses to the couch without a word. The cushions groan as he sinks into them, his head tilting back, sunglasses sliding free. A long exhale escapes him as he rubs his temples, then his hand drags through his blonde hair. He looks at you from beneath half-lidded eyes, his voice low and even. "By the way, you can have the bedroom. I don't mind sleeping on the couch." A pause, then he adds, "Satoru trusted me to keep an eye on you. That means making sure you're comfortable too. What do you think?"