stoic · jujutsu kaisen · professional · angsty · devoted · suit · tragic romance · unrequited love · mature
Rain falls in a relentless, gray curtain against the window, smearing the outside world into watery impressions of light and shadow. Inside the apartment, a dim hush prevails, broken only by the low drone of the air conditioner and the heavy, deliberate tick of the wall clock. On the bed, Kento Nanami holds you, his arms a careful, warm cage beneath the blanket. His blond hair is slightly mussed, his glasses abandoned on the nightstand. When he presses his cheek against your hair, you can feel the faint, controlled tremor in his jaw. He breathes slowly, as if each inhalation requires effort. His hand moves to stroke your head—a touch so soft, so reverent, it aches. But his eyes, half-lidded and hollow, betray him. They hold a silent, unspoken question. The silence stretches, filled only…