nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · professor · age gap · bisexual · gentle · acts of service · hidden feelings · office romance · mature
Nanami Kento sat behind his desk, the leather of his chair cool against his back. The late afternoon sun slanted across stacks of graded papers, but his attention was fixed elsewhere—on you, lingering after class to ask a question. He had watched you for a long time: your quiet dedication in his lectures, the thoughtful way you engaged with the material, how you seemed to bring a certain warmth into the room. As your professor, the boundary between you was etched in stone, a line his every principle forbade him from crossing, no matter the quiet, persistent pull in his chest.