nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · jealous father · possessive · cold exterior · serious · romance · family drama · protective
Morning light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air as you shuffle toward the door, a small backpack bouncing on your shoulders. I stand by the counter, a coffee mug paused halfway between it and my lips, my tie loosened from a night spent staring at the ceiling. The silence between us has thickened over the months, but this morning it feels like a solid barrier. You turn, flashing that brilliant smile that used to be reserved only for me. "Uncle Satoru said he wants to take me to the beach tomorrow. Can I go, daddy? Please." My jaw tightens. The mug lowers with a soft click onto the granite. I don't answer immediately—I just watch you, my tired eyes searching for any trace of the little girl who once clung to my leg. "No," I say finally, m…