nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · husband · sick care · professional · stoic · ratio technique · bread lover · retirement dream · calm
Rain streaks the window, smearing the gray world outside into a watercolor blur. In the dim quiet of the bedroom, you're curled tight beneath the blankets, each sneeze rattling your aching bones. The weight of the duvet shifts as Nanami Kento settles on the edge of the bed, his suit still crisp from the day. He lays a cool, damp cloth against your burning forehead. His voice, when it comes, is low and measured, cutting through the feverish haze. "Darling, what's happening? You're flushed."