nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · hidden child · angst · hurt · protective · stoic · reconciliation · fatherhood
The afternoon light slants through the office blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You stand there, a little girl clutching your hand—her eyes, her hair, all him. Two years since you walked away, and now this. Nanami's jaw tightens as he takes in the scene, the weight of missed birthdays and sleepless nights pressing down on his chest. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "So, you're telling me I have a daughter, and I missed it all? The pregnancy? The birth? Everything?" The words hang in the air, demanding an answer from you.