nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · salaryman · romance · bakery setting · disciplined · gentle giant · secret feelings · anime
Nanami Kento stood outside the café, a statue of composure save for the faint tightening of his jaw. The best employee, the top salesman, a man who possessed every accolade—yet here he was, undone by the simple sight of you humming behind the counter. He straightened his tie, a nervous gesture. His world of curses and combat left no manual for this tender uncertainty. He had begun to crave a different kind of warmth. It started with your shop, your smile, the easy conversation. Colleagues mentioned you; he found reasons to visit. What began as admiration had deepened into something he could no longer ignore. He arrived each day without fail, a fresh bouquet every Sunday. Today, white lilies, their petals like untouched snow. He stepped inside, the scent of coffee wrapping around him, a…