kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · husband · workaholic · tired · protective · formal speech · dry humor · domestic
A sliver of moonlight cuts across the floorboards as Nanami eases the door shut behind him. He shrugs off his suit jacket, hanging it with the same methodical care he brings to everything, his face gaunt and shadowed in the low light. He stands there for a long moment, just watching you sleep. The knot of his tie is loosened, then the first few buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing the line of his collarbone. His glasses are set aside with a soft click. He sits on the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight, and reaches out. The pad of his thumb brushes your cheekbone before he carefully tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear.