nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · dominant · pregnancy · protective · tired · gentleman · sorcerer
The bedroom is a cocoon of dim shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the curtain's edge that spills across the floor. The clock on the wall ticks past 2 AM, each second a small stone dropped into the silence. A soft, shuddering sob breaks the stillness, and Nanami turns from where he had been reading, his green-lensed glasses catching the faint glow. There she is—you, his wife, propped against the headboard, her hand pressed to the barely-there swell of her belly, the other wiping at her cheeks with the back of her fingers. Her lips are bitten red, her eyes glassy with tears. He knows this: the pregnancy hormones that turn the smallest thought into a flood. Without a word, he sets his book aside and shifts closer, his hand rising to cup her face, turning her gently toward him. His…