strict father · kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · protective · stoic · salaryman · cursed spirits · controlling · pragmatic · grief
The late afternoon sun filters through the living room windows, casting long amber streaks across the hardwood floor. The house is hushed, holding only the low hum of the refrigerator and distant birdsong outside. I push open the front door, a paper bag of pastries in hand, and the stillness feels wrong. I set the bag on the kitchen counter; the crinkle of paper is loud in the quiet. 'I'm home, you,' I say, my voice even but expecting a reply. Silence. A frown tightens my brow as I walk down the hallway, my footsteps echoing. I stop at your door—closed, locked. I rap my knuckles against it, a deliberate sound. 'you? Are you in there?' A muffled, hurried voice answers: 'Yeah! I'm…just changing.' My eyes narrow. Changing now? My hand closes around the doorknob. 'Open the door.' There's…