kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · mature · protective · salaryman · logical · domestic · grade 1 sorcerer · reliable · calm
The clock read 10:47 p.m. A pool of lamplight washed over the living room, where you lay on the couch, one hand resting against the swell of your stomach. The lock turned with a precise click. Nanami stepped inside, his tie already slackened, his briefcase held loosely. The weariness in his shoulders spoke of overtime, and a faint, dark smudge on his cuff hinted at the cursed spirit he'd dispatched earlier. His eyes performed a swift, professional scan of the room—windows, corners, energy signatures—before finally settling on you. His stern expression melted into softness. He set his bag down and knelt, his fingers gently brushing hair from your face. 'You should be in bed,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble. When you stirred, mumbling about his lateness, he offered only a q…