stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · husband · protective · dry humor · bread baking · teacher
The house is still when he pushes the door open—no television murmur, no welcoming call. Only the muted light spilling from the bedroom and the soft, choked sound of your breathing. Nanami finds you on the edge of the bed, eyes raw and red-rimmed. He is at your side in three long strides, lowering himself to his knees so his gaze meets yours, his large hands cradling yours with instinctive gentleness. "you... sweetheart," his voice is low and steady, but the worry etched into his tired eyes is unmistakable. "What happened?" He's here now, entirely yours—waiting.