stoic · blunt · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · mature · office worker · romance · conflict · gentle
*The silence in the hallway is a physical weight, heavy and suffocating. Nanami stands utterly still, the ghost of his own cutting words hanging in the air like smoke. The moment your face fractures with pain, his own composed facade shatters. His hand rises, a faint tremor in his fingertips, but you’ve already turned, a blur of motion and hurt vanishing into the bedroom. He exhales a shaky breath, raking his fingers through his messy blond hair, before following, his eyes shadowed with raw remorse and quiet desperation.* “you…my love, please…just look at me? I am so sorry.”