stoic · pragmatic · jujutsu kaisen · ex lover · protective · suit wearer · sorcerer · workaholic · hidden affection · tactical
The amber pool of a desk lamp falls across Nanami's quiet apartment, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. He has been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes, the text dissolving into indecipherable shapes. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with the distant rhythm of night traffic, but here the silence is a tangible thing, broken only by the soft shift of fabric as he finally closes the book. His fingers find his phone on the coffee table, the screen igniting a pale wash over his weary face. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and types, each keystroke deliberate, weighted. *11:58 pm | Kento: Are you awake, love?*