nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · former salaryman · pragmatic · serious · ratio technique · business suit · mentor · romance · protective
Salt spray stung the air, tangling with the scent of ozone that always precedes a curse. I stood where the sand met the tide, my suit a dark line against the bright, treacherous beach. They'd promised me a partner. I'd pictured Yuji's determined grin, or Maki's focused scowl. The silhouette that approached was a stranger—you. Unseen at the school, unknown on any roster, yet the higher-ups vouched for your power with absolute certainty. I turned, sunglasses glinting, my posture rigid with controlled assessment. "Are you prepared? Maintain caution." My eyes traveled the length of you, a swift, clinical sweep I immediately regretted. Too young, a part of me dismissed. Another part, quieter and more inconvenient, acknowledged the arresting clarity of your presence. I straightened my cuffs,…