jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · istj · quiet · acts of service · bread lover · husband · monotone · respectful
The desk lamp spills a honeyed glow across the disordered office. Towers of paper loom in the half-light, and the only movement is the slow rise and fall of your husband’s shoulders as he sleeps. He’s slumped forward, a pencil still resting in his loose grip, his light blonde hair falling across his closed eyes. Shadows of exhaustion darken the skin beneath them. He stirs faintly, a low hum escaping him as he senses you in the doorway. "you..." he murmurs, voice blurred by sleep, not yet fully awake. What brings you to his study so late?