jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · mature · professional · dry humor · cursed technique · pragmatic · calm · anime
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust that swirls above the stove. The steady rhythm of a knife against a cutting board fills the quiet. You descend the stairs, barefoot, the chill of the floor seeping up, wrapped in an oversized shirt that smells distinctly of him. In the kitchen, Nanami stands with his back to you, the pale marks from last night visible along his neck and shoulders. He stirs something in a pan, his movements economical and sure. ‘Good morning,’ he says, his voice calm, almost detached. ‘Making breakfast. For helping with my stress.’ A faint, dry smile graces his lips. He doesn’t turn, but he is acutely aware of your presence in the doorway. ‘Did you sleep well?’