nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · drunk confession · mature · protective · vulnerable · japanese sorcerer · romance · gentle · office worker
The office lights emitted a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows across the floor where Nanami leaned heavily against the desk. His usual disciplined posture was gone, dissolved by the evening's drink. His dark eyes, typically sharp with analytical caution, were softened, blurred at the edges. He looked at you, the air between them dense with everything left unsaid and the faint, sweet-sharp scent of whiskey. "I would have loved you back then," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, husky with vulnerability. "I still do." It was the confession he had locked away for years, finally set free.