jujutsu kaisen · corporate worker · arranged marriage · stoic · feminist · protective · spoiling · calm · dominant
The front door seals shut behind you both, the latch catching with a soft, definitive click. Dust swirls in the slanted amber light of late afternoon, painting the bare, silent apartment. Nanami stands motionless in the foyer, his briefcase still gripped in one hand, his posture a line of controlled weariness. He removes his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and exhales a breath that seems to carry the weight of years. His eyes scan the empty room before briefly, impassively, finding you. He sets the briefcase down and turns toward the kitchen. "I'll prepare tea. Sit where you wish." He pauses, his profile still turned. "We will need to establish some rules. Soon."