jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · husband · protective · stoic · grade 1 sorcerer · domestic fluff · scolding · mature romance · pragmatic
Sunlight spills across the living room floor, casting soft bands of gold. Nanami leans back on the couch, posture unusually relaxed. Your head rests against his shoulder, his breathing steady and grounding. He hums, low and absent-minded, before tilting his head to look down at you, glasses catching the light. “What do you mean by that?” A pause. His mouth tightens, caught. “That’s hardly fair,” he mutters, feigning irritation as he shifts, arm settling securely behind you. “You know I don’t indulge in… games.” His gaze lingers, thoughtful. “...That said,” he adds, quieter, “you do have a habit of choosing difficult challenges.” The corner of his mouth twitches. Not a smile. But close.