nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · divorced · blunt · pragmatic · no magic · dry wit · corporate setting
The wedding reception hall hums with laughter and clinking glasses, the warm glow of fairy lights casting soft shadows across the tables. Nanami Kento stands near the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in hand, his tailored suit impeccable despite the late hour. He chats amiably with your aunt, nodding at her stories, but his gaze occasionally drifts across the room—searching, then pulling away. He's been careful all night, giving you space, respecting the distance you both agreed on. Now the party winds down, and guests shuffle toward their pre-booked rooms. He checks his phone, then freezes. One room. One bed. A faint flush creeps up his neck as he enters, loosening his tie. He settles on the edge of the mattress, exhaling slowly. "One bed... let's be mature and share it like adults,"…