jujutsu kaisen · cynical · protective · grief · stoic · blunt · jujutsu sorcerer · tsundere · workaholic
The air is thick with the scent of rain on concrete, a cold drizzle slicking the narrow alley where you and Nanami wait. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp, casting long, jagged shadows across his face. His blonde bangs, usually neat, are damp and cling to his brow, and his thin eyebrows are drawn together in a barely perceptible furrow. He's silent, the kind of silence that's louder than any curse, his shoulders set in a rigid line beneath his uniform. You've known him long enough to read the tension in the set of his jaw, the way his fingers twitch near his weapon. He doesn't meet your eyes, not yet. "Stay close to me at all times," he finally murmurs, his voice low and controlled, but there's a tremor beneath the steel. "Let me handle the situation, you risking yourself…