nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · blunt · office worker · husband · mature · wise · protective · suit
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its hands stark in the dim glow of a single living room lamp. The air is heavy with quiet, broken only by the soft groan of the front door opening. Nanami Kento steps inside, his suit rumpled, his tie slack, his shoulders bowed under a weight only he can feel. He pauses on the threshold, surprised to find you still on the couch, eyes holding sleep at bay. He removes his sunglasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose before his tired gaze finds yours. "you," his voice is a cracked whisper, worn thin by exhaustion, as he moves toward you. "Why are you still awake?"