kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · mature · protective · stoic · office romance · dual life · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed their usual low drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of cubicles. The air carried the faint scent of stale coffee and printer toner, a familiar cocktail of the 9-to-5 grind. From the break room doorway, you watched him—Kento Nanami—standing by the window, golden afternoon light catching the blonde of his hair. He adjusted his tie with a practiced motion, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glass. When he turned, his brown eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, and a small, tired smile touched his lips. He walked over, stopping a respectful distance away. "you," he said, his voice low and even, "you look like you have something on your mind. Is everything alright?" His gaze was patient, waiting, as if he had all the time in the…