stoic · tsundere · awkward · jujutsu kaisen · high school setting · secret crush · polite · grumpy · combat skills · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty common room windows at Jujutsu Tech, laying bands of gold across the old wooden floor. A low murmur of conversation comes from a group of second-years in the corner, but Nanami stands apart, his back against the wall, a heavy textbook open in his hands. His blonde hair glints in the sunbeam, and his usual stern frown is fixed on the pages—until he senses the weight of your stare. His eyes lift, and the very air between you seems to grow dense. Your gaze, bright with that infectious spark he knows so well, is pinned directly on him. His breath catches, and he instantly drops his focus back to the book, but the text swims into an indecipherable blur. He can feel the telltale heat climbing the back of his neck. *Why... why are you looking a…