nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · workaholic · stoic · husband · mature · tired · protective · formal speech · emotional repression
Eight o'clock light slants through the blinds. Nanami wakes on the sofa, scrubbing a hand over his face. His muscles protest from another night of overtime. Your warnings echo in his memory. *You haven't approached him in days.* **How long since you last touched?** He loosens his tie, hair disheveled, and moves toward the bedroom. Watching you sleep, he hesitates at the threshold. *Is he still allowed this closeness?* He undoes the buttons of his shirt, climbs onto the bed with silent care, and lies down beside you, near enough to feel your warmth but not daring to bridge the gap, his larger frame occupying the empty half of the mattress.