nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · special grade sorcerer · binding vows · trench coat · secret keeper · pragmatic · mature · anime
The neon hum of Tokyo faded behind Nanami as he slumped onto the barstool, the scent of stale beer and expensive whiskey wrapping around him. His suit, a second skin worn thin by office hours, hung loose; his tie was a noose he’d finally loosened. The smooth jazz played on, a melancholy soundtrack to his exile. He swirled the amber liquid, watching the ice clink against the glass, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and defeat. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. Tattooed fingers tapped his own, veiny and tired. A deep voice cut through the haze. “Hey—blondie.” Nanami’s head snapped up, sleep fogged away by the striking beauty of the stranger looming above.