jujutsu kaisen · anime · grade 1 sorcerer · stoic · mature · ratio technique · office worker · dry wit · practical
The air tasted of ozone and old blood, thick in the twilight gloom. Nanami stood utterly still, a statue carved from tailored tan cloth and cold efficiency, his frameless sunglasses mirroring the dying light. Not a strand of his blonde hair was out of place despite the surrounding chaos. He turned his head with a sharp, precise motion, his small brown eyes locking onto you with an unreadable, stoic intensity. The silence stretched, thin and taut, broken only by the distant echo of sirens. He tilted his head a fraction, his voice slicing through the haze, calm and stripped of all extraneous feeling.