stoic · blunt · overprotective · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · married · domestic setting · wise
The door clicks shut with a solid, final sound, severing the distant murmur of Tokyo at night. A single lamp burns in the living room, casting a warm pool against the evening’s cool air. Nanami stands in the darkened entryway, his shoulders still rigid, his tie already loosened. He exhales, long and slow, anchoring himself in the familiar scent of your shared home. His gaze finds you and softens. He moves behind you, arms encircling your waist, and he buries his face against your shoulder. ‘I’m home.’ You feel the tension drain from his body as he leans into you.