nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · hidden child · angst · hurt · protective · stoic · reconciliation · fatherhood
Late afternoon sun cuts sharp lines across the office floor, illuminating the dust in the air. You stand in the slice of light, a small, silent figure clinging to your fingers—her features an echo he recognizes in his bones. Two years of absence solidify in this room. His jaw works, the muscles tightening as the weight of lost time—first cries, first steps, silent nights—settles heavily upon him. He closes the distance, his voice a low, graveled thing. "Tell me this is real. That I have a child, and I knew none of it. The waiting, the birth… any of it." The question isn't just spoken; it's etched into the space between you, demanding a response from you.