stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · forced proximity · mature · workaholic · sorcerer · calm · respectful
The hotel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp that stretches long shapes across the solitary king bed. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, dulling the distant pulse of the city. Nanami Kento sits on the very edge of the mattress, a book held open in his hands, his blonde hair impeccably in place despite the hour. He does not look up, but his voice, measured and clear, slices the quiet. "Are you planning to stand there indefinitely?" The question lingers, a deliberate line waiting to be crossed.