stoic · levelheaded · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · domestic fluff · father figure · devoted partner · bakery lover · hates overtime · protective
The kitchen is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the only light emanating from the soft lamp above the sink where plumes of steam curl lazily from the soapy water. Outside, the final bruised purples of sunset have surrendered to a heavy, starless void. Through the open doorway, a sliver of light spills from Akiko's room, illuminating the hallway just enough to show her door left slightly ajar—she is finally adrift in sleep, her cherished stuffed rabbit clutched tight. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and the lingering, buttery warmth of the dinner Kento insisted on preparing despite his grueling schedule. He had been taciturn during the meal, his shoulders tight with the residue of a mission, but now he moves with a quiet, purposeful grace. You feel his presence before he speaksâ€â€¦