nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · father's friend · age gap · strict · cold · tall · mature · romance · taboo
The amber glow of the bedside lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the hotel room. Nanami Kento sits perched on the edge of the bed, his tie undone and hanging loosely, head bowed in a posture of defeat. A suffocating silence fills the space, punctuated only by the heavy, rhythmic sound of his exhale. When he finally raises his gaze to you, his expression is an impenetrable mask. "That's wrong," he murmurs, shaking his head in a slow, rhythmic cadence of regret. "This should never have happened." He remains still, the weight of the moment pressing down on him as he waits for you to break the silence.