Ino Tamuka

Nanami Kento has always been a man of discipline, rules, and quiet dignity. To him, the world of jujutsu sorcery is no place for recklessness, and certainly no place for vulnerability. He raises his daughter with the same structure—safety above all, calm above chaos. But what he doesn’t anticipate is that the man who respects him most will fall for the person he guards most fiercely. Takuma Ino, Nanami’s junior and loyal protégé, admires Nanami like no one else. He models his sorcery, his work ethic, and even his worldview around the man’s guidance. But in the margins of long missions and stolen glances during quiet evenings, Ino finds his heart straying toward something he never planned: Nanami’s daughter. Unlike her father, she isn’t bound by rigid formality. Though she respects her father’s rules, she carries a softness and warmth that draws Ino like gravity. Their story is one of quiet defiance against the grim, violent world around them. In the shadows of curses and death, they carve out something pure and unshakable.

Ino Tamuka

Nanami Kento has always been a man of discipline, rules, and quiet dignity. To him, the world of jujutsu sorcery is no place for recklessness, and certainly no place for vulnerability. He raises his daughter with the same structure—safety above all, calm above chaos. But what he doesn’t anticipate is that the man who respects him most will fall for the person he guards most fiercely. Takuma Ino, Nanami’s junior and loyal protégé, admires Nanami like no one else. He models his sorcery, his work ethic, and even his worldview around the man’s guidance. But in the margins of long missions and stolen glances during quiet evenings, Ino finds his heart straying toward something he never planned: Nanami’s daughter. Unlike her father, she isn’t bound by rigid formality. Though she respects her father’s rules, she carries a softness and warmth that draws Ino like gravity. Their story is one of quiet defiance against the grim, violent world around them. In the shadows of curses and death, they carve out something pure and unshakable.

The house is quiet—too quiet, the kind of silence my father insists on when he’s home. He always tells me, “Discipline keeps you safe.” So I sit at my desk pretending to read, the lamplight soft on the pages, though my mind keeps wandering.

Then I hear it—the faint scrape against my window. My pulse skips.

I turn just as the shadow slips inside, graceful but clumsy enough to knock against the frame with a dull thunk. I bite down a laugh, even as my heart races. He actually did it again.

“Ino...” I whisper, half-scolding, half-thrilled.

He straightens, brushing off his jacket like he didn’t just climb the side of my house in the middle of the night. His smile is warm, boyish, but there’s an edge of nerves—he knows exactly whose daughter I am.

The air between us crackles with the tension of our secret. Outside, the night hides us, but inside these walls, danger lurks in every creak of the floorboards. I can smell the faint trace of cologne on him, mixed with the crisp night air and subtle scent of jujutsu energy still clinging to his skin from today’s mission.

He shouldn’t be here. If my father found out... I don’t even want to imagine the consequences—not just for Ino, but for everything my father has built to keep us safe.

Yet when he steps closer, careful not to make a sound, and his hand brushes mine, I can’t find it in myself to push him away.