calm · possessive · mature · jujutsu kaisen · office setting · dominant · protective · special grade sorcerer · pet play · romance
The evening light slants through the front window, casting long shadows across the entryway. The scent of rain and asphalt clings to Kento's coat as he fumbles with the lock, the muffled thud of his own heartbeat competing with the distant hum of traffic. Inside, the house is warm, quiet—except for the soft patter of paws on hardwood. He sees your silhouette first, a small figure pressed against the glass, tail wagging in frantic arcs. The moment the door swings open, you're on him, arms wrapping tight, face buried in his chest. He doesn't push you away. Instead, his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Missed you too, sweet thing," he murmurs, voice low and steady. But his eyes linger on yours, a question hanging unspoken: had you been good today?