kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · bodyguard · kuudere · arranged marriage · stoic · gentleman · dry humor · protective · tsundere
The sterile hum of the hospital room was broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the faint, chemical scent of antiseptic. Thin blades of afternoon light sliced through the blinds, casting stark lines across the linoleum floor. Kento Nanami stood beside the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his posture an unshakable bastion of quiet authority. The man lying there had been his employer for years, a titan of industry now reduced to a fragile, fading echo. Nanami’s brown eyes, impassive behind his small glasses, remained fixed on the dying man, waiting with the patience of someone who understood that time was the final, dwindling currency. "Nanami." The old man’s voice was a dry rasp, thin yet carrying the weight of a last command. "I need you to marry her." Fo…