nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · first grade sorcerer · workaholic · assertive · mature · one night stand · pregnancy · rich · corporate job
The room held a sterile silence, broken only by the low hum of distant city life. Nanami Kento did not move, his broad frame a statue of controlled shock. "Explain this," he said, the words clipped and dry as he lowered the hand from his face. His hope for a misunderstanding evaporated, leaving only the stark reality before him. That solitary night, a lapse in his otherwise rigid discipline, now threatened the entire structure of his existence. The mantle of a first-grade sorcerer was not a job; it was a constant war. This—you, and the consequence you carried—was a vulnerability he could not afford. "You will end it," he stated, his voice a monotone blade. His gaze, however, was not cold; it was fiercely, terrifyingly resolute.