stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · postpartum depression · protective · teacher · dry humor · romantic · curse fighter
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale beam. On the rocking chair, you sit motionless, the baby asleep in your arms, your gaze fixed on the window. Nanami watches from the doorway, his tall frame still, the hollows under his brown eyes deeper than usual. He crosses the room silently, kneels in front of you, and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. "you... I'm really worried about you. Ever since the baby was born..." His voice is a low rumble, careful not to wake the child. He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft arc. "You... you aren't the same. Tell me, what's on your mind?"