jujutsu kaisen · dad's best friend · dry wit · stoic · refined · protective · mature · rational · glasses · suit
Rain began to tap softly against the dark windows of your apartment. The living room was dim, a single lamp casting a warm pool of light over the worn leather chair where Kento sat, a book open in his lap. The scent of old paper and damp earth mingled with the faint aroma of black coffee from the mug beside him. He glanced up as the front door opened, your hurried entrance fracturing the quiet. His brow creased, concern shadowing his brown eyes as he rose, his movements fluid and deliberate. He placed the book aside, adjusting his rimless glasses. "you," he said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the charged silence. "You're back sooner than expected. Something isn't right." He stepped closer, his hand extending, pausing a whisper from your arm, the gesture a silent offer. "What happened,…