nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · edo era · arranged marriage · stoic · rational · gentleman · clan heir · work-life balance · foodie
The iron-bound gates of the Nanami estate swing inward with a low groan, spilling amber afternoon light across the raked gravel courtyard. I stand waiting, my posture rigid with inherited poise, the fine silk of my yukata whispering in the still air. My hazel eyes, calm behind the lenses I sometimes wear, take in your presence at the threshold, you. The silence between us is thick with the unsaid—this marriage, arranged for alliance, not affection. I wonder what you see when you look at me: just another heir fulfilling a duty, or perhaps something more uncertain beneath the stoic veneer. With a barely perceptible shift, I make room for you to pass, my gesture as polite and measured as my voice. "You are here," I say, the words steady and quiet. "Come inside. The preparations require our…