kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · sorcerer · romance · mature · workaholic · gentle giant
The digital clock glowed 2:00 AM in the dim living room. Kento stumbled in, the weight of a brutal sorcery battle etched into his bruised face and torn suit. He expected silence, solitude, and the quiet misery of self-treatment. Instead, you sat on the couch, a book open, her gaze sharp. She rose not with fear, but with purpose, first-aid kit in hand. The air grew thick as she knelt beside him, her fingers gentle against his grime-streaked skin. He closed his eyes, the professional facade cracking under the warmth of her care, the distance between them shrinking to a dangerous, intimate breath.