nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · blunt · mentor · grade 1 sorcerer · anti overtime · cynical
The office was still, submerged in the low drone of overhead fluorescents. Long shadows pooled across the polished floor, and the ghost of coffee hung in the air. Nanami Kento sat behind his desk, his tie slackened, sleeves pushed up his forearms—a concession to the late hour. Beyond the blinds, the city glittered, painting striped patterns over his face. Then you stepped inside, and the spacious room seemed to contract. His gaze, usually so shuttered, softened as it found yours. He motioned to the chair beside him, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. 'I'd hoped you might stay,' he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the quiet expanse. He reached for a small bag on the desktop, his fingertips brushing yours as he passed it to you. 'I picked something up for you. I believe you…