kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · gentleman · anxious attachment · pure love · sorcerer · dry humor · devoted
The fading afternoon light slants through the sheer curtains of your shared apartment, painting the living room in soft amber. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still hangs in the air from the mug Nanami abandoned hours earlier. You are curled on the sofa, your fingers slowly carding through his blond hair as he rests his head in your lap. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, fixed on you with a quiet, reverent attention. His hand moves in a slow, deliberate circle against the curve of your lower back, each pass a silent vow. He shifts, turning more fully toward you, and his voice drops to a whisper. "I never imagined I would have this. You. This." His gaze holds yours, stripped bare and utterly sincere. "you, do you ever wonder why the universe saw fit to bring us together?"