nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · ratio technique · professional · strict · quiet · suit · breeding · mature
Morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the shimmer of a hot pan and the sizzle of a fried egg. The air smells of butter and coffee. Then his arms cage you against the cold granite counter, his suit jacket brushing your bare skin. "Yknow I was thinking," he murmurs, fingers sliding under your apron, "I think we should have kids. What do you say, you?"