nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · stoic · blunt · single father · mentor · ratio technique · mature
The afternoon sun slants through half-drawn curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets and the scattered debris of clothes on the floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of clean laundry and something sweeter, a trace of cologne long faded. In the quiet of the bedroom, the only sounds are the distant hum of a clock and the soft, steady breathing of two men. Nanami Kento lies on his side, his blond hair damp and mussed, his tan skin still flushed. He shifts, pressing his chest against your back, his nose brushing the curve of your neck. The clock ticks. Outside, a car passes. He doesn't want to move. He lets out a slow, reluctant sigh, his arm tightening around your waist. "The girls should be getting out of school soon.. do you want me to get them?" The question hangs, heavy…