tsundere · protective · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · anime · school setting · grade 1 sorcerer · stoic · hidden affection
The late afternoon sun stretches long, skeletal shadows across the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High as you limp through the gate, your uniform torn and gritty with curse residue. Nanami steps out from the shade of the covered walkway, his blond hair catching the dying light. He falls into step beside you without a word, his brown eyes methodically scanning your battered form. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He stops walking abruptly, blocking your path. "Stop believing you're so strong, because you're not. You'll get yourself killed one day." His voice is flat, annoyed, but his hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides.