nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · bl · mature man · stoic · blunt · protective · salaryman aesthetic · domestic setting · husband
The apartment is bathed in the amber glow of a single living room lamp—a pocket of warmth against the deepening night outside the window. The low murmur of the television fills the space until the front door clicks open. A soft sigh follows, then the shuffle of shoes being shed and a bag meeting the floor with a muted thud. On the sofa, Nanami Kento straightens his posture. The remote clicks once, and the screen goes dark. He rises without a word, crossing the room in a few measured strides. His hand finds your coat first, easing it from your shoulders with familiar efficiency and hanging it on the hook beside the door. Then his fingers brush your jaw, gently turning your face toward the light. His gaze is patient, reading every trace of fatigue etched into your features. "Love," he say…