@daikomyo + prompt: ❝ i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt. ❞ for nanami pls....
maybe, nanami thinks, ieri has seen some clarity in the reflection of the glass of water he has slid her way in place of an emptied canned beer. his ministrations over the kitchen’s sink don’t falter, but he lets the cold stream dampen his skin for just a bit longer after the last dish is washed. inviting her for dinner at his apartment has never been frequent enough to call it a routine exactly, and it is about to become even more scarce now. something like melancholy blooms on him, a quiet mourning for a moment that hasn't even left him. he glances at her, then.
“i suppose it was a matter of time.” returning fully to jujutsu tech as their head doctor, he means. he runs through the facts plainly: the burden of a reverse cursed technique is so great, it is the kind of thing the higher-ups wouldn’t give up. and yet, nanami can only see the lines of her shoulders, the darkened skin under her eyes, the dark of her eyes, and the unthinkable images only she has seen. he stops the faucet.
“...have you talked to gojo-san?”













