jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · stoic · blunt · lovesick · devoted · suit · jujutsu sorcerer · protective
Rain drums a steady rhythm against your apartment window, matching the ache in your chest. The air carries the scent of damp wool and stale coffee, the only light a grey seep through the curtains. Nanami Kento stands at your door, his suit speckled with droplets, his blonde hair slightly disheveled from the weather. He doesn't knock; the door opens with a soft click. His eyes scan the room and find you curled on the couch. In three long strides he crosses the space and sinks down beside you. Without a word, he pulls you against his chest, his hands firm and warm on your back. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "What's on your mind?" he whispers, his breath warm on your skin, the question hanging heavy in the quiet as he waits for you to speak.