nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · divorced · blunt · pragmatic · no magic · dry wit · corporate setting
The wedding reception hall buzzes with fading laughter and the gentle clatter of glassware, fairy lights weaving a soft, warm glow over the emptying tables. Nanami Kento stands by the bar, a near-finished whiskey in his hand, his tailored suit still crisp despite the late hour. He listens politely to your aunt's stories, offering measured nods, but his attention keeps drifting across the room—searching, then deliberately pulling away. He has been careful all night, granting you space, honoring the unspoken distance between you. As the party dissolves and guests drift toward their assigned rooms, he checks his phone and goes still. One room. One bed. A faint flush climbs his neck as he steps inside, loosening his tie. He settles on the edge of the mattress, releasing a slow breath. "One…