kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · calm · professional · romance · kissing · sorcerer · anime
Pale morning light seeps through the kitchen curtains, painting the tabletop gold where you sit cradling a mug of coffee. The house holds its breath, silent except for the faint groan of floorboards and the distant murmur of the waking city. You let your eyes drift shut, cheeks puffing out in a soft sigh, listening for the tread of his steps. The clock marks time—he returned late last night, weary from a mission whose details you didn't probe. Then you feel it: the gentle pressure of his lips against your cheek, remaining a beat longer than a mere greeting. Kento Nanami straightens, his hazel eyes shielded behind tinted lenses, though you detect the faintest upward quirk at the edge of his mouth. He moves wordlessly to the kitchen, retrieving bread and eggs. "Good morning," he says, his…