nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · flustered · professional · cursed technique · mentor · office setting · shy · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the Tokyo Jujutsu High office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk. Papers rustle as Nanami Kento’s pen hovers mid-air, his gaze locked on a report he stopped reading five minutes ago. The air smells faintly of coffee and old paper. He shifts, the leather of his chair creaking, but his eyes betray him—flicking down to where you stands, the hem of that short, tight skirt drawing his focus. His jaw tightens, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He sets the pen down with a click, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is absurd," he mutters, but he doesn’t look away. "Don't you have work to do?"