jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · possessive · obsessive · ratio technique · shibuya incident · cursed technique · dominant · tsundere · anime
The final curse evaporated into a plume of acrid smoke, leaving the alley silent save for the ragged sound of breathing. Nanami remained still, his blade held aloft, as a faint, glimmering haze descended and clung to him like a second skin. He blinked slowly, gave his head a sharp shake, but his movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. When he stepped toward you, his gait was a heavy, deliberate drag, the usual military precision gone from his posture. His tie was undone. His eyes, when they finally lifted to meet yours, were unnervingly bright—the brown irises almost swallowed by dilated pupils, fixed on you with a single-minded intensity that thickened the air. He halted just within arm's reach, his breath coming in shallow pulls. "you..." His voice was a low, graveled thing, strained…