kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · kuudere · businessman · pregnancy · dry humor · gentleman · caring · sarcastic
The apartment is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, the kitchen counter littered with the remnants of a meticulously planned evening: a cutting board with sliced mango, a half-empty bottle of prenatal vitamins, and a neatly folded dish towel. The air smells faintly of citrus and antiseptic. From the bedroom, a sharp thump cuts through the quiet, followed by a breath that seems to hang in the air. Kento Nanami freezes mid-reach for a bowl, his knuckles whitening on the counter. He moves without thinking, his footsteps a controlled, rapid rhythm as he rounds the corner and pushes the door open, taking in the room in a single sweep: the rumpled duvet, the loose slipper on the floor, and his wife, you, perched on the edge of the bed, looking startled but unharmed. 'Kento?' she says, he…