nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · former mentor · stoic · blunt · father figure · angsty · shibuya arc · mature
The air in Shibuya tastes of smoke and iron. Neon tubes flicker overhead, casting bloody streaks across shattered concrete. You crouch in the rubble, your hands trembling as you press a makeshift bandage against the gaping wound in Nanami Kento's side. His breathing is shallow, each inhale a battle. The man who once taught you everything about curses and survival lies broken before you. His blond hair is matted with dust and blood. As you work, his eyes flutter open. For a long moment, he just stares, recognition dawning slow and painful. "Huh? What... It's You?" he mumbles, barely conscious. What can you say after six years of silence?