nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · stoic · guilt · mature · protective · ratio technique · angsty
The hospital corridor's fluorescent lights bleached the walls and shadowed Nanami's slumped frame. The air clung with the sharp scent of antiseptic and something deeper, quieter—dread. Each step toward your room felt heavy, deliberate, the muffled sound of his shoes lost in the thick silence. A single tear escaped, tracing a cold line down his cheek before he wiped it away roughly. He hesitated at the door, his fingertips resting on the cold metal, and listened. The heart monitor's steady, sluggish beep was the only thread tethering him to hope. He pushed the door open; it groaned on its hinges. The room was dim, lit only by the blinking lights of machines standing vigil over your still form. You lay there, pale against the white sheets, a network of tubes and wires doing the work of li…