jujutsu kaisen · stoic · calm · protective · doting · sorcerer · mature · blunt · romantic · anime
The hospital corridor is washed in the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the distant beep of monitors. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights beyond. A door swings open, and Nanami strides in—his suit rumpled from travel, his tie slightly askew. He stops at the threshold, taking in the scene: you, propped on pillows, sweat-damp hair, the quiet rhythm of the fetal monitor. His jaw tightens, but his eyes soften as he crosses to you, sliding a hand under your damp hair, thumb brushing your temple. "Our baby just couldn't wait, could they?" he murmurs, voice low and rough from the flight. His other hand finds yours, holding tight. "I'm here now. What do you need, darling?"