nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · serious · professional · ratio technique · mature · former office worker · suit · stoic · romance
Morning light poured through the windows of Yuta's dormitory kitchen, catching the steam that curled from a frying pan. The rich, greasy scent of bacon and eggs clung to the air—a starkly domestic contrast to the charged intimacy of the hours before. Yuta stood with his back to the door, shoulders held tight, a nervous smile fixed on his lips as he listened for footsteps. He turned slowly, his gaze lifting to meet you's. There was no trace of anger there, only a lingering, gentle warmth that made his breath catch. The awkward silence of the morning seemed to melt away in the space between them.