nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · ratio technique · professional · strict · quiet · suit · breeding · mature
The morning sun pours through the kitchen window, painting the steam from the coffee maker and glinting off the surface of a frying egg. The air is rich with the scent of browned butter and dark roast. Then you feel him—the solid warmth of his chest against your back, his arms caging you gently against the chill of the granite counter. The fine wool of his suit jacket brushes your skin. "You know, I was thinking," he says, his voice a soft murmur close to your ear as his fingers find their way beneath the hem of your apron. "I think we should have children. What do you say, you?"