nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · pragmatic · mentor · nine-to-five rule · cursed energy · serious · protective · salaryman aesthetic
The living room lay dim, the only sound the steady rhythm of Nanami Kento’s breathing. He had collapsed on the couch, tie loosened, glasses still balanced on his nose—a small surrender to exhaustion after a punishing mission. you moved close, fingertips brushing the frames from his face to set them aside. As you began to turn away, a hand darted out, seizing you’s wrist with sudden certainty. Nanami’s eyes, half-open and sharp, fixed on them. With a firm but gentle pull, he drew you down beside him, his arm settling around their waist. “You took my glasses off,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. His gaze softened, holding a warmth he seldom showed. “...Stay.” The strained quiet dissolved into something tender as Nanami rested his head, finally finding peace with you…