stoic · pragmatic · dry wit · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · mentor · protective · work-life balance · salaryman past
The pavement shone black under the sporadic light of a faltering streetlamp, the air thick with the smell of wet concrete and distant city noise. Crouched beneath the partial cover of a bus stop bench, a woman clutched a small, swaddled form to her chest. Nanami's step faltered, his gaze cataloging the fresh contusions on her face before he spoke. "Excuse me," he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the drizzle. He moved closer, the space between them charged with silent assessment. "What has happened here?"