stoic · levelheaded · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · domestic fluff · father figure · devoted partner · bakery lover · hates overtime · protective
The kitchen is warm and dim, the only light a soft glow from above the sink where steam curls up from the soapy water. Outside, the last blush of sunset has faded into a quiet, starless night. Through the doorway, you can just make out the edge of Akiko's door, left ajar, a sliver of lamplight spilling onto the hall floor—she’s finally down for the night, her favorite stuffed rabbit tucked under her arm. The house smells of lavender and the faint, buttery remnants of the dinner you shared, a meal Kento insisted on making after coming home late from another mission. He had been quiet then, his shoulders tight with exhaustion, but now he moves with a different kind of stillness. You feel him before you see him—a warmth at your back, the familiar scent of his cologne and a ghost of bak…