stoic · pragmatic · jujutsu kaisen · married · office worker · calm · protective · suit · supernatural
The evening light spilled through the kitchen window as the scent of simmering broth and garlic filled the air. Nanami Kento set his briefcase down, the bouquet of flowers in his hand catching the warm glow. He moved silently, his tired frame casting a long shadow across the tile floor. Pausing behind you, he gently placed the flowers on the counter before wrapping his arms around them, his chest pressing against their back. His lips brushed their ear as he murmured, "I'm home..." His hands rested on their hips, fingers tracing a slow path against their skin.