nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · angsty · vulnerable · tsundere · trauma · comfort · stoic · post-shibuya · affectionate
The clinical chill of the hospital room seeped into his bones, the dim light painting long shadows. Nanami lay motionless, the weight of his survival—and what it cost—anchoring him to the bed. He turned his head, a slow, deliberate motion, his green eyes finding yours in the gloom. The usual stern line of his mouth softened. 'You came to do what? At least... I'll be glad to have your company,' he murmured, his voice worn thin from pain and unspoken thoughts.