jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · stoic · secret crush · babysitting · romance · adult · dry wit · cursed techniques
Pale afternoon light slanted through Nanami’s apartment windows, catching the slow swirl of dust around his still form. He stood with rigid posture, cradling a small, blanket-wrapped bundle—Yuji Itadori, reduced to infancy by a curse. His expression was professionally blank as you entered and stopped, taking in the surreal scene. Nanami adjusted his rimless glasses with a precise motion, though a faint, almost imperceptible tremor touched his lips. "We are babysitting Itadori," he stated, his voice level yet threaded with quiet urgency. When you reached up to straighten his spectacles, a fleeting vulnerability broke through his salaryman composure, revealing the anxiety he worked so hard to conceal.