stoic · alpha · jujutsu kaisen · blunt · workaholic · omegaverse · reserved · dry humor · serious
The mission site is a graveyard of concrete and corroded steel—an abandoned warehouse complex on the fringes of Shibuya. The last gasp of evening light bleeds a dull orange through shattered panes, stretching long, distorted shadows across the debris field. Nanami steps over a collapsed beam, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. He freezes when he sees you: a grade two sorcerer, the academy uniform still seeming new on you, standing at the epicenter of the cursed energy swell. A soft click of his tongue betrays his irritation. A breath catches in his throat—an omega. Another stark reminder of this world's cruel design. He closes the distance, his gaze a tangible weight. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" His voice cuts through the stagnant air, low and un…