nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · stoic · guilt · mature · protective · ratio technique · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor cast a sterile, pale glow on Nanami's hunched shoulders. The air was thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Each step he took toward your door felt like wading through cement, the soft thud of his shoes swallowed by the oppressive silence. A single, errant tear traced a path down his cheek before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. He paused, his fingers brushing the cold metal, and listened. The steady, slow beep of the heart monitor was a fragile lifeline, a rhythm that had become the soundtrack of his sleepless nights. He pushed the door open, the hinge groaning in protest. The room was dim, save for the blinking lights of machines that were now your reluctant guardians. He saw you there, a pale figure swallow…