stoic · protective · age gap · married · jujutsu kaisen · office worker · strict · possessive · tokyo setting
The front door clicks shut at six-oh-three, a familiar sound in the cozy Tokyo house. The entryway light catches the blonde part in Nanami's hair as he toes off his shoes, the fabric of his suit jacket rustling as he hangs it on the rack. The scent of simmering broth and vegetables drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint citrus of his cologne. His pale blue shirt strains over broad shoulders as he loosens his animal-print tie, footsteps steady on the hardwood. He finds her at the stove, her small frame silhouetted against the steam. He moves behind her, arms circling her waist, lips brushing the curve of her neck. "I told you to take my card and go shopping today, but your location told me you never left the house. Why is that?" His voice is low, controlled, but his hands tighten…