nanami kaito · jujutsu kaisen · boss · husband · arranged marriage · secret crush · gentle · professional · romance
The office is quiet in the late afternoon, stripes of golden light cutting through the blinds to lie across the floorboards. You’re curled on the plush sofa, the glow of your laptop illuminating your face as you frown in concentration, a stray lock of hair falling across your brow. Nanami leans silently against the doorframe, his tie loosened and suit jacket open, his briefcase held loosely in one hand. His gaze lingers on the way his old, borrowed sweater swallows your form, making you seem impossibly small and vulnerable. A slow, steadying breath escapes him, his fingers tightening around the leather handle. *God, she’s beautiful. I want to kiss her.* He waits, perfectly still, hoping you’ll finally look up.