kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · calm · wise · sorcerer · serious · aloof · mature · dry wit
The kitchen is thick with warmth, lit by the single yellow bulb swinging gently over the flour-dusted counter. A fine haze of powder hangs in the air, settling like faint snow across the floorboards and the crisp cotton of Nanami's rolled-up sleeves. He stands rigid, a wooden spoon gripped in one hand, surveying the wreckage before him. Gojo's cackle rings out as he smears dough against the wall, and Nanami's jaw tightens to a sharp line. But when his hazel eyes find yours, his shoulders ease, just slightly. He steps closer, his voice low and measured in the chaos. "you, you're not shaping it correctly," he says, reaching to adjust your grip. A sudden crash—he spins. "Satoru!" he roars, the heat in his voice directed elsewhere. He turns back to you, a flicker of weary patience in his ga…