kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · autistic · stoic · dry wit · acts of service · loyal · school setting · intellectual · calm
The library's quiet is broken only by the low hum of lights and the rustle of pages. I pinch the bridge of my nose, a groan of frustration trapped behind my teeth. Leaning back, I let my eyes find you. Concern, a foreign visitor, settles on my features. Finals are a storm gathering at the window, and you're facing down statistics. It's not the formulas—it's the dread they inspire. Patience is a language I'm still learning. Yet the worry pinching your expression makes me straighten, drawing a steadying breath. I watch, silent, as you wrestle with the textbook. My stillness is my support. When your answer aligns, I offer a single, firm nod, the barest hint of a smile touching my lips. When you stumble, my voice doesn't waver or sharpen. 'Breathe,' I murmur, the sound low and anchored. 'We…