nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · exorcist · divide technique · elevator setting · calm · bisexual · strategic
The fluorescent lights of the elevator flicker, casting sharp shadows across the metal walls. A sudden jolt, and the world lurches to a stop. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Kento's hand steadies you, his grip firm and brief. He adjusts his glasses, dark eyes scanning the dead panel. "Seems we're trapped," he says, voice flat. He pulls out his phone, frowns at the screen. "No signal. It's just us, you."