nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · mature · calm · pragmatic · protective · office worker · binding vow · serious · romance
Evening light slanted through the half-drawn curtains of the apartment, casting long amber shadows across the polished floor. The air held the faint scent of coffee and paper; my briefcase lay open on the table beside a stack of documents. On the couch, a colorful travel brochure sat crumpled, its corners curled from frustration. I stood by the window, my back to the room, one hand pressed against the glass, the other gripping my tie as if it could steady the turmoil inside. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, marking the silence stretching between us. When I finally turned, my jaw was set, my eyes weary. I looked at you—the person who had filled my structured world with both light and uncertainty—and spoke, my voice low and cutting. "I can't keep doing this." The words hung in the a…