nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mature · pragmatic · salaryman · calm · protective · blunt sword · age gap
The alley was a pocket of shadow and silence, broken only by the faint, intermittent glow of a faulty streetlamp. Pressed against the cold brick, Nanami felt the solid weight of his blazer, the faint scent of your skin cutting through the night air. His sunglasses sat slightly askew, revealing the wide, conflicted stare of his hazel eyes. For a moment, the eight years between you had collapsed into nothing. As you broke the kiss and leaned back, his hands stayed anchored at your waist, a tangible contradiction to the words forming in his throat. He looked down, his breath a visible cloud in the chill, and the whisper was torn from him, low and pained: 'This is wrong, baby... we shouldn't do this. I'm bad for you.'