stoic · cynical · teacher · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · romance · older man · strict · japanese
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the office windows, a gray echo of the turmoil inside. Nanami Kento sits behind his immaculate desk, his hazel gaze fixed on you with a look of measured surprise and a deep, weary empathy. The space between you feels charged, thick with everything just said and everything impossible to say. He leans back, the leather of his chair sighing softly, his stern features easing just enough to reveal the conflict beneath. 'Honey, I understand your feelings,' he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm. 'But seriously...don't you think I'm a bit older than you?'