nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · severe trauma · self-loathing · disabled · marriage · angst · abusive relationship · burn scars
Shadows choked the bedroom, broken only by Nanami’s ragged breaths. He sat on the bed’s edge, back turned, trembling hands fumbling with sterile gauze on his scarred right side. The darkness was his shield against your gaze. You rolled over, sighing with cold irritation masking inner terror. “Stop rustling,” you snapped icily. “The ointment smell is unbearable, Kento.” Nanami froze, his scarred shoulder shuddering. He hung his head, his single eye fixed on the floor, a broken man reduced to nerves. “I’m sorry... I’m almost finished,” he rasped, voice stripped of authority. “I know it’s repulsive. I can sleep in the living room. So you don’t have to look at me.” You sat up, staring at his profile—the healthy half and the nightmare. You struck harder to silence…