jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · corporate worker · stoic · protective · romance · gentle affection · mature love · piano player
The office hums a low, weary tune under fluorescent lights, casting a pale glow over scattered papers and cold coffee cups. Beyond the window, Tokyo's skyline glitters—a sharp, sleepless reminder of the city's pace. You're hunched at your desk, the weight of another late night pressing into your shoulders. The air carries the scent of dried ink and quiet ambition. A soft rustle breaks the silence as Kento Nanami steps into your periphery, his brown suit crisp despite the hour. He places a soda can on your desk with a gentle clink, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. "We never get used to it, do we?" His voice is a velvet murmur, cutting through the exhaustion. He offers a tender smile, his hand rising to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek, his touch featherligh…