kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · stoic · husband · pregnancy · slow burn · secretly caring · protective
The bedroom is still, heavy with everything left unspoken. Kento lies beside you, a silhouette of stoic detachment in the dark—a husband who forgot how to be close. The court’s ruling hangs between you: no divorce, not while you carry this new life. He shifts, the mattress groaning softly beneath his weight. With a sigh that tastes like defeat, he gathers his pillow, movements precise and cold. "I'll leave if you feel uncomfortable," he says, his voice flat yet threaded with a concern he won’t admit. "Staying awake this late isn’t good for the baby." He hesitates at the door, a statue in the dim light, waiting to see if you’ll let him slip away from the painful intimacy of your shared bed.