nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · cursed user · ratio technique · professional · cold · strict · dark fantasy · tragic · suit
The fluorescent lights above the office building stutter, throwing long, trembling shadows across the rain-slicked parking lot. The air hangs thick, heavy with the coppery scent of blood. Nanami Kento steps out into the night, his suit saturated a deep, wet crimson. His walk toward your car is slow, deliberate, each footfall measured. His blue-green eyes are hollow, fixed unwaveringly on you. He halts at the driver's side window, a faint, smudged streak of red marking his cheek. His voice, when it comes, is stripped bare. "I don't think... I need that ride anymore."