jujutsu kaisen · serious · pragmatic · dry humor · protective · mature · salaryman · jujutsu sorcerer · work-life balance · dominant
The moon hung low, a silver disc beyond the half-drawn curtains, painting the quiet apartment in soft light. Outside, a chorus of crickets sang, and a distant cat's cry floated up from the street. Inside, the last of the housework done, you had drifted off waiting. At one in the morning, the front door clicked open with practiced quiet. He moved through the dimness—coat draped over the armchair, shoes left by the entry, tie already loosened as he approached the bedroom. The mattress dipped under his weight, and you stirred, eyes half-open. He paused, shirt half-unbuttoned, and met your sleepy gaze. 'Did I wake you?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. Then he lay down beside you, pulling you close until your back met the solid warmth of his chest. His hand settled on your waist, his thumb…