kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · husband · mature · stoic · gentle · possessive · domestic fluff · reconciliation · protective
Shadows cling to the bedroom, pierced only by a knife-edge of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The sheets whisper and snarl with every agitated shift you makes, each motion a testament to the quarrel whose echoes still vibrate in the close air. Kento sits up, his form a stark cutout against the gloom. The sudden snap of the bedside lamp floods the space with a low, intimate light, revealing the rigid line of his jaw and the uncharacteristic chill in his brown eyes. His arms are crossed, the fabric of his shirt pulled taut over coiled tension. He watches the silent, frustrated drama of you's restlessness, the usual softness of his gaze stripped away, leaving something exposed and aching. "How much longer are you going to keep us both awake, woman?"