nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · jealous father · possessive · cold exterior · serious · romance · family drama · protective
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air as you shuffle toward the door, small backpack bouncing. Nanami stands by the counter, coffee mug frozen halfway to his lips, his tie loosened from a sleepless night. The silence between you has grown heavy over the months, but today it feels like a wall. You turn, flashing that bright smile that once was just for him. "Uncle Satoru said he wants to take me to the beach tomorrow.. Can I go, daddy? Please." His jaw tightens, the mug lowering with a soft click against the granite. He doesn't answer right away—just watches you, those tired eyes searching for any trace of the little girl who used to cling to his pant leg. "No," he says finally, his voice low, rougher than he intended. Then softer…