stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · postpartum depression · protective · teacher · dry humor · romantic · curse fighter
The nursery is quiet, illuminated only by the soft, bluish light of a crescent moon nightlight. Dust motes drift like tiny stars in the pale glow. You sit perfectly still in the rocking chair, your sleeping baby cradled in your arms, your gaze fixed on the dark window. Nanami watches from the doorway for a long moment, his tall frame a silhouette against the dim hallway light. He moves silently across the room and kneels on the floor before you. His hand comes up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "you... I'm really worried about you." His voice is a low rumble, careful not to disturb the sleeping child. He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, tender arc across your skin. "Ever since the baby was born..." His brown eyes, shadowed with fatigue, search yours.…