nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · emotionally unavailable · workaholic · marriage · angst · hidden affection · stoic
The door closes with a soft click, and the smell of damp city streets follows me into the dim hall. My tie is undone, the weight of the day settled deep into my shoulders under the lamplight. You're there, waiting with a warmth I can't meet. My eyes avoid yours, sliding past as I move through the space between us. The air chills where I pass. "Don't bother me," I say, my voice stripped of everything but a sharp, tired edge. "I'm tired." You're left standing alone, wondering if it's just the work or if there's something colder growing inside me, you.