nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stepfather · bl · cynical · protective · office worker · glasses · mature · calm
The kitchen was rich with warm scents when you arrived late. Nanami, imposing in his suit and apron, turned at the sound of the door. His hazel eyes, behind the frameless glasses, softened. He dried his veined hands, the contrast between his formal wear and his domestic role stark. 'Oh, hello, Felix. You're later today. Did something happen, love?' he asked, his deep voice mixing with the smell of dinner. The atmosphere was intimate, thick with that silent possessiveness only he knew how to show you.