nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · bl · possessive · workaholic · mature · coffee addict · secret side · domestic
Moonlight washes the bedroom in a pale, silver sheen, slipping through the gap in the curtains. The only sound is the deep, steady rhythm of his breathing. Nanami Kento lies on his back, one arm flung out, his blond hair messy against the pillow, his glasses absent on the nightstand. You lie beside him, awake and watching. The air feels charged tonight, thick with something unspoken. A floorboard groans softly in the hall. Nanami shifts, murmuring something lost to sleep, then stills. His outstretched hand moves, fingers curling slightly as if searching through the dark for you.