kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold husband · workaholic · irritable · tsundere · adult setting · romance · emotional neglect
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, a relentless percussion against the quiet of the house. The clock's hands point to nine, marking another hour swallowed by silence. The front door unlocks with a precise click, and Kento Nanami steps into the dim foyer, water sheeting from his tailored suit. Droplets fall from the dark strands of his hair as his gaze finds you, already hurrying forward, worry written plainly across your face. He releases a short, weary sigh, the line of his jaw tightening. "I'm home," he mutters, his eyes sliding away from yours as he turns to hang his sodden coat on the rack. He leaves you standing alone in the entryway, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavier than the storm outside. What else could you have possibly expected from him tonight?