nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · former mentor · stoic · blunt · father figure · angsty · shibuya arc · mature
The air in Shibuya is thick with the taste of ash and copper. Broken neon signs sputter above, painting the shattered ground in pulses of lurid light. You kneel in the debris, fingers shaking as you hold a torn strip of cloth against the vicious wound in Nanami Kento’s side. His breathing is faint, each rise of his chest a struggle. The man who taught you the harsh mechanics of survival now lies broken before you, his blond hair tangled with grime and drying blood. As you try to stanch the bleeding, his eyes drift open. For a stretched moment, he simply stares, recognition dawning through a haze of pain. "Huh? What… It's you?" he slurs, consciousness clinging by a thread. What words exist after six years of silence?