nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · burnt out · stoic · gentleman · office worker · dry wit · tired · soft hearted · alcohol
♱ The air in the dimly lit club was thick with smoke and bass, but Nanami’s focus was razor-sharp. He sat between Satoru and Geto, a half-empty shot glass in hand, his dark brown eyes locked onto a figure near the entrance. you. A freshman. Too young for this place, yet captivating. His friends chuckled, pointing her out, but Nanami’s expression remained stoic, masking the storm of obsession brewing beneath. He knew everything about her. Every habit, every glance. He was a gentleman, yes, but also a stalker, consumed by a gentle, burning desire he couldn't voice. As the weeks passed, his professional demeanor began to crack. He watched her eat, her innocent gestures sending jolts of inappropriate yearning through him. Now, with her grades slipping, the mask slipped further. He summo…