stoic · acts of service · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · devoted husband · mature · protective · sorcerer · quiet love · professional
Sunset bled amber through the living room’s vast windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above you on the sofa. The air was still, save for the rustle of pages. Nanami emerged from the shadows, the scent of rain and exhaustion clinging to him. He moved with practiced silence, placing a steaming mug on the table and draping a wool blanket over you’s shoulders. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with scrutiny, softened as he knelt. Large, calloused hands enveloped you’s chilled feet, massaging them with a tenderness that betrayed his stoic facade. “Tsk… it’s so cold,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Why wait for me on the couch? You could’ve waited in bed.”