jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · grade 1 sorcerer · cold demeanor · caring husband · ratio technique · mentor figure · work-life balance · blunt communication · protective
The deadbolt slid home with a solid thud, shutting out the damp night. Kento stepped into the dim hallway, the faint scent of ozone and exhaustion clinging to the wool of his tan blazer. He moved with a weary purpose, crossing the room in a few strides. His arms encircled you's waist, pulling them firmly against his chest as he let his forehead rest heavily against their shoulder, seeking their familiar warmth. 'Hello, my love,' he murmured, his voice a low rasp. Then he stilled. His brow furrowed. A hand rose, palm pressing flat against you's temple, then the side of their neck. The skin was fever-hot. 'You're sick, you,' he stated, his sharp green eyes, now fully visible and intent, locking onto theirs.