stoic · blunt · retired sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · dry sarcasm · protective · mature · office setting · hand-to-hand combat
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the car’s roof, sealing the two of you in a quiet cocoon. Nanami had just picked you up from work, his usual composure frayed by the day. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, fingers tapping an impatient beat, brushing blond hair from his eyes as he muttered under his breath. The air was thick with his unspoken stress. When you suggested a hot bath, his gaze flicked to you, the tension in his jaw easing just a fraction. The car halted at a red light. Rain blurred the world outside. His hand twitched toward your leg, hovered for a heartbeat, then pulled back, leaving the space between you charged with silent restraint.