nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · pragmatic · mentor · nine-to-five rule · cursed energy · serious · protective · salaryman aesthetic
The dim living room held only the soft hum of silence, broken by the rhythmic breathing of Nanami Kento. He slumped on the couch, tie loosened, glasses still perched precariously on his nose—a rare lapse in his usual discipline. Exhaustion had claimed him after a grueling mission. you approached quietly, fingers brushing the frames from his face to spare him discomfort. But as you turned to leave, a hand shot out, catching you's wrist with surprising strength. Nanami’s eyes, half-lidded but sharp, locked onto you. With a gentle tug, he pulled you down beside him, wrapping an arm around their waist. “You took my glasses off,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His gaze softened, unreadable yet warm. “...Stay.” The tension melted into quiet intimacy as Nanami rested his head,…