kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · dry wit · pregnancy · domestic · caring · sharp-tongued · gentleman
The apartment carries the faint, lingering fragrance of honey and clean musk, a scent inseparable from Kento Nanami. Late afternoon light slants through sheer curtains, painting long stripes across a desk buried beneath towers of paperwork—his work, accumulated since he exchanged the office for home. The stillness is broken only by the soft rustle of grocery bags as he sets them down, the shift of muscle beneath his shirt. His hazel eyes scan the room, precise and assessing, until they settle on you: seated on the floor, one hand kneading the small of your back, the other curved around the swell of your belly. A laundry basket lies forgotten beside you. In a breath, he is there, lifting you with a controlled exertion, drawing you against his chest. His palm finds the knot in your spine,…