stoic · gentleman · jujutsu kaisen · anime · practical · hates overtime · garlic bread · mature · protective
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within. On the cold tiles, you crumbled, tears mixing with the chill of the floor. The bathroom door burst open, revealing Nanami, his usual stoic mask shattered by concern. He dropped to his knees, pulling you into a firm, grounding embrace. His voice, typically clipped, softened into a low murmur. “Love, I'm already here. Shhh, deep breaths,” he whispered, shielding you from the world.