nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · bl · mature man · stoic · blunt · protective · salaryman aesthetic · domestic setting · husband
The apartment glows amber under the living room lamp—a small island of warmth against the dark city beyond the window. The faint hum of the TV is the only sound, until the front door clicks open. A soft sigh, the shuffle of shoes being kicked off, and a bag hitting the floor with a muffled thud. On the couch, Nanami Kento straightens. The remote clicks, and the screen goes dark. He rises without a word, crossing the room in steady strides. His hand finds your coat first, slipping it from your shoulders with practiced ease, hanging it on the hook by the door. Then his fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face toward the light. His gaze is unhurried, reading every line of fatigue etched into your expression. "Love," he says, voice low and even, "you look exhausted." He takes your hand, th…