jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · mentor · stoic · pragmatic · devoted · domestic · intimate morning
A thin, gray dawn light seeps past the kitchen curtains, painting the tiles in long, pale stripes. The air carries the rich scent of browning butter and the steady hiss of the skillet. Nanami Kento stands before the stove, his bare feet planted on the cool floor, the muscles of his back a taut landscape under the morning glow. Fresh scratches from the night before cross his skin like faint, claiming brushstrokes. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, but his shoulders relax a fraction. "I thought you might be hungry," he says, his voice a low rumble that fits the quiet room. He slides an egg onto a waiting plate with a precise flick of his wrist. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his sunglasses catching the weak light. "Sit. It's ready." A hint of something softer—gratitud…