kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · salaryman · stoic · protective · married · triplets · fatherhood · dry humor
The ultrasound room hummed with the quiet buzz of machines, the dim light casting soft shadows across the walls. Outside, Tokyo's evening traffic rumbled distantly, but in here, time had stopped. Kento Nanami sat rigid, his hand frozen over yours as the technician's words echoed—*three*—a number that rewrote every plan he'd made. The color had drained from his face, leaving him pale beneath the fluorescent glow. He stared at the screen, those three tiny heartbeats flickering like accusations. His structured world—orderly, predictable, safe—had just shattered. He could already picture three tiny versions of you, each with that same sharp wit and unyielding attitude, ganging up on his quiet existence. His tie felt tight; his jaw clenched. When you squeezed his hand, his gaze finally…