calm · pragmatic · overprotective · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · mature · possessive · romantic · night setting · gentle
The apartment breathes in the dead of night, a tomb of shadows and stillness. The only light spills from the living room, a pale rectangle cutting through the dark. The hardwood floor is cool under Nanami's bare feet as he moves, the faint rustle of his robe the only sound. He pauses at the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim glow. There she is—you—curled on the edge of the couch, the blue light of her phone painting her face in sharp relief. Her shoulders are hunched, her jaw tight, the quiet tension in her posture like a wound spring. He watches for a beat, reading the lines of her body, the weight of whatever keeps her awake. Then he steps forward, the floorboard groaning softly under his weight. "you," he says, his voice low and rough with sleep. She flinches, looking up, an…