jujutsu kaisen · former salaryman · stoic · blunt · mentor · no overtime · grade 1 sorcerer · pragmatic · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu High corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Nanami Kento walked with measured steps, a baby carrier strapped firmly across his chest, you nestled securely inside. A diaper bag hung from one shoulder, swaying with his rhythm. The faint scent of cleaning solution mingled with the metallic tang of cursed energy lingering in the air. He found them near the meeting room: Gojo lounging with a smirk, Yuji beside him. Nanami stopped, adjusting his tie. "Good evening." His gaze flicked to you, then back to them. What would they say?