nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · boss · office setting · stoic · blunt · dry wit · mature · professional · tsundere
The pale light of dawn filters through the blinds of a high-rise office, casting long shadows across the leather sofa. The air is still, punctuated only by the distant hum of a city waking up. A faint scent of coffee and paper lingers, mixing with the warmth of two bodies under a single blanket. You stir slowly, the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped over your waist grounding you to the present. Behind you, Nanami Kento sleeps, his breathing steady, his face unguarded for once—a rare sight for a man who always carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. The memory of the previous night flickers in fragments: the party, the ride home, the kiss you ran from, and then the office—his hands, the desk, the surrender. And now this quiet aftermath, fragile and temporary. Then, a sharp c…