mature · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · blunt · practical · angst · mentor · office worker
The streetlamp's muted light seeps past the hotel curtains, painting elongated shadows over the carpet. Nanami stands silhouetted at the window, his tie hanging loose, the line of his shoulders rigid with tension. He turns, the faint glow catching the lenses of his sunglasses. His voice is low, stripped bare. "It's you I love. Not her. So tell me what you need. You're carrying my child. I won't leave you. I won't leave our baby." He holds his breath, the confession hanging in the still air, and waits for you to break the silence.