nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · tsundere · office worker · romance · reluctant partner · hatred
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, where Nanami Kento lies slumped against the headboard, his face flushed with fever. A sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and his breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. The air is thick with the scent of medicine and stale regret. When you enter, basin in hand, his eyes snap open—a flicker of recognition, then a storm of anger. "Go away," he rasps, voice low and cracked. "I don't want to see your face, you." But you set down the cold water, the first aid kit, the banana, the compress. He watches, jaw tight, as if the sight of you burns worse than any fever.