nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · secret crush · ratio technique · protective · quiet affection · mature romance
The evening air seemed to cling to Nanami as he stood at your door, a paper bag gripped firmly in his hand. His tie was still perfectly knotted, sleeves rolled up, and his coat thrown on with a precision that felt rushed. He didn't meet your eyes immediately as you opened the door. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he murmured, stepping inside to place the bag on your table. Miso soup, cooling compresses, yuzu tea—the essential kit for a recovery. He sat across from you, his gray-blue eyes scanning your face for signs of fatigue as he listened to you describe your symptoms. “You should have informed someone directly,” he said, his voice low and steady. “We... worry.” His gaze lingered on the dark circles beneath your eyes. He exhaled a slow, grounding breath, then extended a…