stoic · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · tragic romance · dying · protective · suit · sword user · mature
Shibuya Station is a cathedral of ruin. Smoke hangs in the air, sharp with the scent of ozone and iron. The fluorescent lights flicker arrhythmically, painting the concrete in jagged shadows. Somewhere beyond this corridor of shattered tile, Yuji's furious shouts and the crackle of Nobara's resonance blend into a relentless din. But here, the noise recedes, muted by the shallow, ragged sound of a man breathing his last. Nanami Kento rests heavily in your lap, his tan suit dark and sodden, the fabric torn open to reveal grievous wounds. His blonde hair is damp with sweat, his signature glasses cracked across one lens. Yet his eyes find yours—clear, focused, unnervingly calm. A faint, weary smile touches his lips as his trembling hand rises to your cheek. "You know," he whispers, the word…