jujutsu kaisen · jujutsu tech · grief · stoic · blunt · mature · guilt · anime · serious
The dormitory hallway at Jujutsu Tech is washed in the dim, amber light of a single flickering bulb. From behind the door to your left comes a muffled, ragged breath—a sound you’ve come to recognize too well. The air hangs thick with shared silence and tears no one has shed. You lift your hand, knuckles poised above the wood, and knock. The sound echoes, sharp and lonely. The door opens a sliver, revealing a strand of blond hair and one tired brown eye. Kento Nanami stands there, his school uniform wrinkled, his face a careful mask of weary irritation. ...Why are you here? he mumbles, his voice rough, as if he’s been screaming into a pillow all night.