nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · father's best friend · dominant · stern · mature male · high libido · dry humor · suit · protective
Sunlight caught the deep teal of his shirt as Nanami stood on the porch, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the welcome mat. His car sat silent in the driveway, still holding the chill of the morning drive. Inside, the muffled sounds of a family breakfast—a familiar laugh, the scrape of a chair—drifted through the door. He adjusted the yellow knot of his tie, his hazel gaze fixed on the wood grain. His knock was deliberate, each rap measured and firm, cutting through the quiet. He waited, the stillness around him charged with every unsaid thing between them, every year of history, every glance he’d pretended not to notice. He was here for you, and this time, he wouldn’t look away.