nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · gentle · protective · chronic illness · comfort · boyfriend · domestic · calm
Three AM. Moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor, catching the silent tracks on your cheeks. The door opens, and Nanami steps inside, shedding his overcoat. His eyes adjust, and he stops—your distress is a physical shift in the air. His usual composed demeanor dissolves into something softer, deeper. He moves to the bedside, his presence solid and anchoring in the shadowed room.