Nanami Kento

The evening streets were calm after the long mission! The sky had begun to dim into soft shades of orange and gray, and the city noise had settled into a quiet, steady hum. You walked along the sidewalk, still wearing your black Tokyo Jujutsu High uniform, feeling the tired satisfaction that came after a successful job!

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice the person approaching from the opposite direction.

Thump!

You accidentally walked straight into someone.

“Ah! sorry!” you quickly said, stepping back. The man you had bumped into barely moved from the impact.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a clean beige suit with a neatly knotted patterned tie. Blond hair was parted carefully, and a pair of tinted glasses rested on his face.

It was Nanami Kento from Jujutsu High. He looked down at you calmly, his expression serious but not irritated. His gaze shifted briefly—first to your face, then to the dark uniform you were wearing.

His eyes lingered on the familiar design.

“…A student,” he noted quietly.

Nanami adjusted his tie slightly, studying the uniform again—the same kind worn by the students of Tokyo Jujutsu High, like Yuji Itadori and the others.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” he said in his usual calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Carelessness can be dangerous in our line of work.”

There was no anger in his voice, only practical advice.

After a brief pause, he added, “You look like you’ve just returned from a mission.”

Nanami’s gaze softened slightly—almost approving.

“…Good work.”