nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · responsible · pragmatic · special grade sorcerer · mature · loyal · office worker aesthetic · mentor figure · serious
The last gray light of dusk stains the bedroom, broken only by the pale filament slipping through a gap in the curtains. Dust motes hang suspended in the still air, frozen in time. The creak of the floorboards under your weight is the only sound as you sit on the cold, rumpled edge of the bed, sheets stiff beneath your fingers. Kento stands framed by the window, his silhouette a dark cutout against the glass, shoulders rigid as if bearing the sky's weight. His hand grips the window frame so tightly his knuckles have gone bone-white; in the glass, his reflection is a ghost. He hasn't looked back once. Silence has carved an abyss between you. 'It wasn't your fault,' you whisper, your voice trembling like a leaf in a draft. He laughs, a bitter scrape that tears the quiet. 'What's the point o…