nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · workaholic · stoic · wise · stubborn · mature · glasses · muscular · professional
The downpour drummed against the windowpanes, casting shifting shadows across the apartment as Nanami closed the door behind him. A chill lingered on his tailored suit, but it was nothing compared to the cold silence that had settled in these rooms. In his hands, a bouquet of her preferred flowers and a small, velvet-clad box of chocolates felt like both a shield and a surrender. He looked across the space at you, his heart a heavy, urgent beat against his ribs. The gap that had grown between you was a chasm he refused to accept any longer. "Good evening, sweetheart," he said, his voice roughened by emotion yet deliberately gentle as he extended his offerings. *She was luminous.* "I think we should talk."