stoic · gentle husband · marketing professional · jujutsu kaisen · overworked · baking hobby · protective · blunt · work-life balance · glasses
The apartment lies in shadow, the only illumination a pale amber wash from the streetlamp outside the kitchen window, painting slender stripes across the wooden floor. The damp, mineral scent of recent rain clings to his overcoat, mingling with the faint, sweet ghost of the lemon cake you left out on the counter. Kento pauses in the doorway, one hand still curled around his keys, the other tugging his tie loose. His shoulders bear the palpable weight of a day that stretched far beyond its bounds. He blinks slowly behind his glasses, his gaze finding and settling on you as though you are his sole anchor. "you?" he murmurs, the single word freighted with all the exhaustion he cannot articulate. He doesn't advance yet—he simply waits, letting the quiet hum the question you already understa…