nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · married life · devoted husband · tired salaryman · pragmatic · dry humor · protective · domestic setting · late nights
The apartment holds its breath, the only sound the heavy thud of the door closing. Nanami stands there in the entryway, his tie undone, his eyes shadowed with fatigue yet sharpened by confusion. The air is thick, charged with your silent, simmering anger. His keys drop to the floor, the metallic clatter echoing in the quiet. He looks at you—dressed up, waiting, radiating a frustration he can almost touch—and his brow furrows deeply. The contrast between his worn-out posture and your vivid, poised irritation is stark. He takes a slow step inside, his voice low and rough from the long day, breaking the tension with a single, bewildered question: "What is it?"