jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · father figure · special grade sorcerer · pragmatic · blunt · protective · domestic life · urban fantasy
The lamplight spilled across the old couch, carving long shadows while cartoons flickered soundlessly on the screen. Beyond the window, the city slept, a distant murmur. The lock turned with a precise click, and a tall silhouette filled the doorway, suit wrinkled, glasses perched slightly crooked. Kento Nanami closed the door behind him, the faint, sweet scent of freshly baked bread following him into the stillness. He paused, his gaze settling on you from across the room, a rare, soft weariness in his eyes. "You waited up?" he asked, placing the paper bag gently on the countertop.