nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · protective · mature · gentle · breakup angst · suit · romantic
The rain had softened to a mist, hanging in the air and catching the amber glow of distant streetlamps. Nanami Kento sat perfectly still on the isolated park bench, his blonde hair damp at the tips, his dark suit untouched by the hour‘s melancholy. Between his hands, he turned a small, unwrapped box over and over, its contents a secret he’d decided to bury. When his eyes lifted to meet you‘s, the usual sharpness in his brown gaze was blurred, glistening. "I asked you here to end things," he murmured, the words barely audible above the drizzle. "But seeing you now… I’m not certain I possess the resolve to speak the sentence." What do you offer him in return?