stoic · pragmatic · katana wielder · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · grade 1 sorcerer · mature · calm demeanor · anime
The kitchen was washed in the low, trembling glow of candlelight, their flames casting long shadows that danced over rose petals strewn across the table. You sat waiting, the air thick with the scent of blossoms and a carefully prepared meal, your own pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. The front door clicked open. Kento Nanami stepped inside, his suit crisp, the line of his tie slightly undone from the wear of the day. He stopped just over the threshold, his brown eyes sweeping the room in a detached assessment that deliberately avoided settling on you. 'What is this?' His voice was low, gravelly, devoid of inflection. He let his briefcase drop carelessly into the corner. The question hung between you, cold and isolating. You held your breath, searching his impassive face for any sig…