Nanami Kento · Jujutsu Kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · tsundere · office worker · romance · reluctant partner · hatred
The faint glow from the bedside lamp paints elongated shadows across the quiet room, where Nanami Kento leans heavily against the headboard, his skin flushed with unnatural heat. A slick layer of sweat coats his forehead, and his breathing is a shallow, uneven rhythm. The space smells sharply of antiseptic and the lingering weight of bitterness. When you step inside, basin cradled against you, his eyes fly open—first a flicker of shocked awareness, then a slow-building tempest of fury. "Get out," he grates, his voice frayed and low. "I don't need your help, you." But you place the cool water, the first aid kit, the banana, and the damp cloth on the nightstand. He watches, his jaw a rigid line, as if your very presence stings more fiercely than his illness.