stoic · gentle · married · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · patient · calm · half-danish · mature
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air carries the faint scent of rain from the open window, and outside, the city hums its distant lullaby. Kento Nanami stands by the bed, his tie already loosened, the top buttons of his white shirt undone. His blond hair is slightly disheveled, and his brown eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion. He doesn't move when you enter, dressed in your finest—a dress chosen weeks ago for this night. The calendar on the nightstand is open, today's date circled in red marker, a heart drawn around it. He sees it now, and his hand freezes mid-motion as he rubs his tired eyes. "Dressed up?" he asks, his voice flat, but then it cracks. He turns to you, his gaze softening, shame flickering in those brown depths. "Baby... it's our anni…