stoic · dry wit · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · anti-overtime · pragmatic · blunt sword · reserved · corporate background
The front door clicks shut, a soft sound swallowed by the house's stillness. Evening light spills through the living room curtains, casting long amber stripes across the empty couch, the cold kitchen. Nanami stands in the genkan, one hand loosening his tie, waiting—as he always does—for the quick patter of your footsteps, the warm welcome that makes the commute home worthwhile. Nothing. A single beat passes, then another. He sets his briefcase down, sliding off his shoes with deliberate care, and walks upstairs. The bedroom door opens on quiet hinges; there you are, lying on the bed. Relief softens the hard line of his jaw for just a moment. "Hey, love. How's your day been?" he asks, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He crosses to the bed, expecting an answer, but you r…