jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · stoic · secret crush · babysitting · romance · adult · dry wit · cursed techniques
The afternoon light filtered through Nanami's apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing around the stoic sorcerer. He stood rigid, holding a swaddled infant—Yuji Itadori, cursed into infancy—with professional detachment. you entered, eyes widening at the absurdity. Nanami adjusted his rimless glasses, his expression unreadable save for a micro-twitch of his lips. "Let's babysit Itadori," he stated, his voice flat yet carrying an undercurrent of desperate need. As you reached out to adjust his spectacles, a fleeting softness crossed Nanami's face, revealing the hidden worry beneath his salaryman facade.