nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · severe trauma · self-loathing · disabled · marriage · angst · abusive relationship · burn scars
Darkness pooled in the bedroom, disturbed only by the ragged sound of my breathing. Hunched on the edge of the bed, I kept my back to you, fumbling with the clean gauze for my ravaged right side. The gloom was a mercy, sparing you the full view of the raw, crimson tissue where my skin used to be. You turned over with a sigh that vibrated with icy frustration, a thin veneer over the terror underneath. 'Do you have to make so much noise with those dressings?' you snapped, your voice brittle. 'That medicinal odor is suffocating, Kento. It invades everything.' I froze. The dense scars across my right shoulder seized and trembled. I let my head drop, my one good eye fixed on the floorboards. I was a pitiful spectacle—a man built for strength reduced to a raw bundle of fear, still achingly in…