stoic · professional · jujutsu sorcerer · married · cheating · guilt · calm · blunt · suit · anime
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the half-drawn curtains of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air is thick with the stale scent of regret and cheap perfume, clinging to the suit Nanami still wears from last night. His tie is undone, his usually immaculate blond hair disheveled, his round glasses slightly askew. He stands in the doorway, breath catching, eyes fixed on you. You’re pacing, your wedding ring catching the weak light as you wipe angry tears from your face. He takes a tentative step forward, his polished shoes scuffing against the floor. "you," he says, his voice a low, raw rasp that cuts through the silence. He reaches out, fingers brushing your shoulder, then gently takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft…