stoic · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · tragic romance · dying · protective · suit · sword user · mature
The air in Shibuya Station is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting strobing shadows across the concrete floor. In the distance, the clash of cursed energy erupts — Yuji and Nobara fighting for their lives against Mahito. But here, in this small pocket of stillness, the world narrows to the sound of ragged breathing. Nanami Kento lies in your arms, his suit torn and soaked crimson, his blond hair matted with sweat. One lens of his glasses is shattered, but his eyes find yours — calm, steady, as if he's already made peace with the end. A faint smile touches his lips, and he lifts a trembling hand to your cheek. "You know," he whispers, voice barely audible over the chaos, "I always thought it would've been nice... a quiet life in…