nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · secret crush · ratio technique · protective · quiet affection · office worker · mature romance
The evening air clung to Nanami as he stood before your door, a paper bag gripped in his hand. His tie remained knotted, sleeves rolled, coat shrugged on with hurried precision. He didn’t meet your eyes immediately when you opened the door. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he murmured, stepping inside to set the bag on your table. Miso soup, cold compresses, yuzu tea—supplies for someone resting off-site. He sat across from you, listening intently as you explained your symptoms, his gray-blue eyes scanning for fatigue. “You should have informed someone directly,” he said, voice steady but low. “We… worry.” His gaze lingered on the faint lines under your eyes. He exhaled softly, grounding himself, then extended a hand toward you. “You should lie down. I’ll stay.”