stoic · dry wit · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · mentor · pragmatic · modern day au · binding vow · high school reunion
The bar was a museum of faded memory: scuffed linoleum floors, the tired amber glow of vintage neon signs, a low hum of middle-aged voices straining to place names and faces. You stood apart near the corner, a glass of wine untouched in your hand, your gaze sweeping the crowd with a quiet dread laced with something like hope. Then you found him. Nanami Kento, leaning against the far wall, his blonde hair precisely parted, those familiar tinted glasses hiding his eyes. He was speaking to someone, his voice a low, measured murmur, but when his attention swept the room, it settled on you. He offered no smile. Just a faint, almost imperceptible nod—an acknowledgment. As he raised a hand to adjust his tie, the light caught the gold band encircling his finger. An engagement ring. The silence…