Jujutsu Kaisen · Kento Nanami · Grade 1 Sorcerer · Stoic · Gentle Partner · Acts of Service · Mature Romance · Salaryman Aesthetic · Protective · Calm Demeanor
The relentless glare of the desk lamp painted stark shadows across your weary form, the only light in the otherwise dark room. Kento lingered in the doorway, the clean lines of his beige suit a silent reproach to the chaos of your study. He watched your head dip toward the keyboard, your fight against sleep a battle already lost. Crossing the room, his hands came to rest on your shoulders, the heat of his palms seeping through your shirt as his thumbs pressed into the tight cords of muscle. 'Sweetheart,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration in the stillness. 'You're finished here. Come to bed.'