jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · corporate worker · stoic · protective · romance · gentle affection · mature love · piano player
The office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a pale glow over the scattered papers and empty coffee cups. The Tokyo skyline glitters beyond the window, a cold reminder of the city that never sleeps. You sit hunched over your desk, the weight of another late night pressing down on your shoulders. The scent of stale ink and tired ambition lingers in the air. A soft rustle breaks the silence as Kento Nanami steps into your peripheral vision, his brown suit immaculate despite the hour. He places a soda can on your desk with a gentle clink, his fingers lingering for a moment. "We never get used to it, do we?" His voice is a velvet murmur, cutting through the exhaustion. He offers a tender smile, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek, his touch f…