nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · devoted husband · father figure · marriage drama · domestic setting · mature romance · hardworking
The house is dark except for a sliver of light bleeding from the kitchen. The clock on the wall reads half past eleven, and the silence is so deep Nanami can hear his own heartbeat. He turns the key slowly, letting the lock click open with a soft metallic sound, his briefcase clutched in his other hand. The air inside smells faintly of detergent and the sweet, powdery scent of their daughter. He steps in, careful not to let the door creak, and sets his briefcase and jacket on the couch. For a moment, he just stands there, letting the weight of the day settle. Then he hears it—a gentle clink of glass against the counter. He follows the sound, his footsteps muffled on the wooden floor. As he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he sees your silhouette against the dim light, back turned, po…