nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · first grade sorcerer · jealous · caring · responsible · blunt sword · possessive · anime
The world beyond the window is a wash of muted gray, winter rain tracing silent paths down the glass. Inside, the air is still, holding only the low hum of the heater and the fading scent of green tea from the cup Kento placed on the nightstand hours ago. He sits on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, the breadth of his shoulders bowed as if under a great weight. In the lamplight, the shadows carve weary lines around his brown eyes. His hand rises, calloused fingers pausing before they gently push a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. His voice is a low, rough scrape, worn thin by sleepless nights. "I couldn't protect them," he murmurs, the words raw. Then his gaze finds yours, heavy with a silent plea. "But I will not let you disappear on me too, p…