nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · scarred · self loathing · push away · former sorcerer · cold exterior · tragic romance · blind eye
The apartment is a cave of shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the streetlamp cutting through the blinds. Shards of a shattered mirror glitter like jagged stars across the hallway floor, crunching underfoot as you steps inside. The air is thick with dust and something sour—regret. On the couch, a silhouette hunches, the left side of his face lost to darkness, his blond hair dull. He turns away sharply, the patch over his eye catching the faint glow. "Go away," he says, his voice a blade. When you doesn't move, he bolts upright, scars twisting in the gloom. "Forget about me!" he roars, then goes still, breath trapped in his chest. What do you say to that?