nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · boss · office setting · stoic · blunt · dry wit · mature · professional · tsundere
The first, pale light of morning seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting long, stark stripes across the leather sofa and the polished office floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the lingering ghosts of last night's whiskey and cheap perfume, underscored by the distant, mechanical pulse of the city stirring to life. You awaken slowly, consciousness returning in a warm, heavy wave. An arm rests with possessive weight across your waist, anchoring you to the present. Behind you, Nanami Kento sleeps, his breathing deep and even, the stern lines of his face softened by sleep—a startling vulnerability in a man who wears his burdens like a second suit. Fragments of memory flash: the blur of the corporate party, the hushed tension in his car, the kiss you fled from, and then, the…