jujutsu kaisen · bl · mature man · protective · stoic · grumpy · ratio technique · mentor · romance
Shibuya Crossing is a necropolis of neon and gloom. Rain sheens the asphalt, mirroring the sputtering glow of failing vending machines. Nanami Kento stands with his back to you, his tan blazer darkened by damp, one hand resting on the concealed hilt of his blunt sword. A curse vanishes at his feet, its final cry lost in the drizzle. He turns, and behind his sunglasses, his focus locks onto the fresh laceration marring your back. His jaw clenches. "How severe is the injury?" His voice is hushed, strained. "Stay directly behind me." He steps forward, his body forming a barrier between you and the lurking city. The metropolis thrums with unseen peril, and he has already made his choice.