jujutsu kaisen · stoic · pragmatic · professor · secret relationship · cursed energy · work-life balance · mature · dry humor
The last student shuffles out, the classroom door clicking shut behind them. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. Chalk dust still hangs in the air. Nanami stands at the board, erasing the last equations with slow, deliberate strokes. He doesn't turn until the silence settles. Then he sets the eraser down, adjusts his tie, and glances at you over his sunglasses. A faint, rare smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. He jerks his chin toward the front desk. "Come here," he says, voice low. The moment you're close, his arms wrap around you, warm and solid. "How were your classes today, my love?" he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek. "Your grades are fine—just an excuse so I could keep you a little longer." His lips press a kiss to your cheek, and…