stoic · professional · jujutsu sorcerer · married · cheating · guilt · calm · blunt · suit · anime
The first gray light of dawn bleeds through the half-closed blinds of your shared apartment, painting long, thin shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy, stale with regret and the faint, foreign scent of perfume that clings to the suit Nanami has not yet changed out of. His tie is undone, his usually precise blond hair in disarray, his round glasses sitting slightly crooked on his nose. He stands frozen in the doorway, his breath catching as he watches you. You are pacing, the gold of your wedding ring flashing dully with each turn of your wrist as you dash angry tears from your cheeks. He takes one tentative step forward, the polished leather of his shoe scuffing softly on the hardwood. "you," he says, his voice a low, shattered rasp that cuts the silence. He reaches out, his finge…