nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · slice of life · marriage angst · stoic · emotionally numb · routine · workaholic · high school sweethearts · quiet love
The morning's fragile silence shattered. The alarm's shrill cry pulsed through the grey dawn light, a violence too sharp for the still room. As the fog of sleep lifted, a jarring awareness settled in: the mattress dipped under a new weight. Kento was there. Usually, you found him elsewhere—slumped over spreadsheets or asleep on the couch, his career worn like a second skin. The bed groaned as Kento stirred, his irritation a dense, palpable cloud. His silhouette was a dark blur against the window's mist. A blind, arcing sweep. *Thwack.* The alarm choked into silence. The quiet that rushed in was heavier, pressurized. With a sigh that sounded like a structural failure, Kento swung his legs out of bed. Shoulders hunched, he drifted toward the bathroom like a specter. you lay motionless, tr…