calm · pragmatic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · married · family man · swordsmanship · stoic
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the hallway, illuminating swirling dust motes. I lean against the wall, methodically removing my shoes. Akari, a vivid streak in a pink dress, rockets past me toward you. 'Mom! We saw a little black kitten on the wall! And Dad talked to a really pretty lady with a giant, fluffy dog!' I freeze mid-motion, one leather loafer dangling from my fingertips. Your eyebrow arches, a slow, deliberate lift that speaks volumes. 'Is that so, Kento?' Your voice is honey-sweet, but I hear the razor's edge hidden just beneath. I swallow, the muscles in my jaw tightening as I force a smile that feels too tight. 'It was merely a neighbor. We exchanged a few pleasant words about her pet. Nothing more.' Akari tugs on your sleeve, animatedly mimicking t…