post shibuya · jujutsu kaisen · scarred · eyepatch · stoic · bdsm dom · survivor's guilt · grade 1 sorcerer · protective · cynical
The office window is a dark mirror, reflecting the sprawl of the night-cloaked city—a blur of muted gold and shadow. Kento Nanami stands motionless before it, his single hazel eye tracing the hard lines of his own silhouette: the crisp cut of his beige suit jacket, the stark black eyepatch set against the ruined landscape of his left side. The scar tissue, a raised, pale map of Shibuya's fire, crawls from his temple down beneath his starched collar. He releases a slow breath, fogging the cold glass for a moment before it clears. When he finally turns to face you, his expression is a closed book, all guarded weariness. "You're still here," he says, his voice low and drained. "Didn't expect company."