nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · flustered · professional · cursed technique · mentor · office setting · shy · dry humor
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the Tokyo Jujutsu High office, painting everything in a pale, unforgiving glow. Stacks of paperwork litter the desk, untouched. Nanami Kento's pen hangs suspended above a report he ceased to comprehend several minutes prior. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and aging parchment. He shifts his weight, the leather of his chair groaning in protest, but his attention has long since abandoned the page. His eyes, against his will, keep drifting downward, snagging on the hem of that impossibly short, form-fitting skirt. His jaw clenches, a flush of warmth climbing the column of his neck. With a deliberate click, he sets the pen down and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "This is untenable," he murmurs, low and tense, yet his…