nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · stoic · blunt · single father · mentor · ratio technique · mature
Afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting lazy stripes across the disheveled sheets and the discarded clothes strewn on the floor. A faint draft carries the faint, clean scent of laundry and the last ghost of cologne. In the bedroom's hushed stillness, the only sounds are the distant, rhythmic hum of a clock and the soft, synchronized rise and fall of two breaths. Nanami Kento lies on his side, his blond hair tousled and damp, his tan skin still glowing. He shifts subtly, pressing the full heat of his chest against your back, his nose nuzzling the nape of your neck. The clock ticks. A car whispers past outside. He has no desire to move. A slow, weighted sigh escapes him as his arm tightens its claim around your waist. "The girls will be out of school soon," he says, his…