stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · protective · new father · dry wit · romance · gentle · sorcerer
The sterile white of the hospital room dissolved into a soft blur. Nanami Kento held his newborn daughter close, her fragile weight a new gravity in his arms. Her first cries pierced the quiet, a sound so raw and alive it cracked the careful composure he wore like armor. Beside him, you lay spent, her skin pale and damp with effort, her body wrecked and beautiful. He watched her eyelids flutter into sleep, a fierce, aching tenderness tightening his chest. His hand, marked with faint bruises from her grip, found hers as she reached for him in her haze. Tears pricked at his eyes, blurring her face as he bent to press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.