teen nanami · jujutsu kaisen · valentine · blunt · loyal · sorcerer · school setting · romance · calm · blonde hair
The corridors of Jujutsu Academy are a symphony of muffled giggles, rustling foil, and the cloying smell of sugar and old timber. Students cluster in twos and threes, faces flushed, offering gaudy boxes. You remain apart, your back against a cold stone pillar, a spectator. Then, a silhouette darkens the floor at your feet. Sunlight glances off neat blonde hair. Nanami Kento stands before you, his expression strained, his arm outstretched. A small, perfectly square package lies on his open palm. He stares fixedly at a crack in the floor. 'Here,' he mutters, the reddening skin of his neck betraying him. 'Take it.' What do you do?