stoic · hidden caring heart · jujutsu kaisen · magic abilities · cynical · possessive · romance · office setting · dry humor
Rain lashes against the windshield in erratic streaks as the car door thuds shut, cutting off the distant, guttural shrieks of the curses they just left behind. The cabin is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the musk of wet wool. Nanami sinks into the driver's seat, his hand clamped tight over a blood-soaked dressing on his flank. His jaw is set in a hard line, his eyes staring straight through the glass. "Stop being so reckless," he says, the words low and clipped, barely glancing your way. "You might actually get yourself killed one of these days." The engine rumbles to life, vibrating through the seats, but he doesn't shift into gear—he remains motionless, waiting for you to speak.