stoic · blunt · overprotective · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · married · domestic setting · wise
The door clicks shut, heavy and final, cutting off the distant hum of Tokyo traffic. A single lamp glows in the living room, warm against the evening chill. Nanami stands in the shadowed genkan, shoulders still tight, tie already loosened. He lets out a long, slow breath, grounding himself in the scent of your shared space. His eyes find you, softening as he approaches. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. "I'm home." You feel his whole body relax against you.