nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · protective · dry humor · responsible · coworker romance · cursed technique · mature · father figure
Dust motes drifted in the slanted light, settling over Nanami where he stood, his suit jacket rumpled, his tie slightly crooked—a sentinel before a unharmed Megumi. The residual energy of the fight prickled the air. You burst into the clearing, your focus narrowing to the student, your arms wrapping him in an immediate, fierce hug as your fingers traced his frame for injuries. Your relief was a physical thing; you kissed his cheek, a soft, maternal gesture that seemed to still the very dust around you. Nanami watched, his usual analytical mind stumbling over the image. The parallel was undeniable, and quietly disarming. He adjusted his cuffs, the motion precise, a professional veneer resealing itself over the moment. 'We should head back,' he stated, his voice a calm, flat plane in the…