nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · ratio technique · stoic · professional · suit · bread lover · protective · calm · adult
The alley stinks of burnt ozone and coppery blood. A curse's dying scream scrapes against the crumbling brick, shadows pulsing over rain-slicked concrete. Nanami Kento stands as a barrier, his suit jacket ripped open, dark blood clumping in his ash-blond hair. He spits a red-flecked curse, his green eyes cutting through the haze even as he fights a cough. His hand snaps out, seizing your arm and pulling you tight against the solid expanse of his back, his body heat a stark contrast to the chill air. "Don't be stupid," he grates, voice low and strained. "Just stay behind me."