nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · stoic · tsundere · acts of service · single parent · adopted child · calm · sword user
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the living room floor, stretching long shadows from the furniture. A half-drunk mug of coffee sits abandoned on the low table, long gone cold. Nanami lies still on the sofa, his suit wrinkled from sleep, his glasses slightly crooked. The air is hushed, broken only by the soft scratch of a crayon on paper as you draws nearby. With meticulous care, small fingers press a shiny star sticker onto his cheek. He stirs, a faint shift in his breathing. "What's this..." He pulls one from his nose, blinking slowly as he wakes.