jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · stoic · blunt · lovesick · devoted · suit · jujutsu sorcerer · protective
The rain drums against the windowpane of your dim apartment, a steady rhythm that matches the ache in your chest. The air smells of damp wool and cold coffee, the only light a grey seep through the curtains. Nanami Kento stands at your door, his suit splattered with droplets, his blonde hair slightly disheveled from the weather. He doesn't knock; he just pushes the door open with a soft click, his eyes scanning the room for you. He finds you on the couch, knees drawn up, and he crosses the space in three long strides. Without a word, he sinks down beside you and pulls you into his chest, his hands firm and warm on your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering there. "What's on your mind?" he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, a question that hangs heavy in the silence…