nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · married · possessive · gentle · hospital setting · injured · affectionate · jealous · caregiver
The hospital room was swallowed in a sterile, artificial twilight, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor the only sound cutting the silence. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air. Pale nightlight leaked through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the linoleum floor. In the center of it all, Nanami Kento lay still on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, strained rhythm. White bandages wrapped his head and torso, stained here and there with old, dried blood. You sat in the chair beside him, your hand resting lightly on the firm plane of his chest, a wordless gesture of comfort. Suddenly, his dark green eyes fluttered open. His voice emerged raw, little more than a whisper. "My wife... wouldn't like to know you're touching my chest like this. Please, pull a…