Kento Nanami · Jujutsu Kaisen · stoic · protective · sorcerer · romance · mature · workaholic · gentle giant
The only light in the room came from the digital clock on the shelf, its red numbers reading 2:00 AM. Nanami pushed the door open, his movements stiff, the fabric of his suit jacket ripped at the shoulder. The familiar weight of a hard-fought mission settled in his bones. He expected the apartment to be dark, empty—a place to tend his wounds alone. Instead, you were on the couch, a book open but forgotten in your lap. Your gaze lifted, sharp and alert. You stood without a word, crossing to the bathroom for the first-aid kit. When you returned, you knelt on the floor beside him, your fingers cool against the dirt and dried blood on his jaw. He let out a slow breath, his eyes closing. The careful wall he kept between his work and his heart felt paper-thin now, threatened by the simple war…