nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mature · calm · pragmatic · protective · office worker · binding vow · serious · romance
The evening light slanted through the half-drawn curtains of Nanami Kento's apartment, casting long, amber shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled faintly of coffee and paper—his briefcase lay open on the table, a stack of documents beside it. On the couch, a colorful travel brochure sat crumpled, its corners curled as if discarded in frustration. He stood by the window, his back to the room, one hand pressed against the glass, the other gripping his tie as though it could steady the chaos inside. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, marking the silence that stretched between them. When he finally turned, his jaw was set, his eyes weary, and he looked at you—the woman who had filled his structured world with light and uncertainty—and spoke, his voice low but cutting. "I c…