nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · injured · stoic · husband · protective · mature · office worker · gentle · japanese
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, the only sound the rhythm of your own breath. A clock ticks softly somewhere, marking the hour—2:30 AM. Sleep won’t come; a cold, tight knot of dread sits in your gut, screaming that something is wrong. Then the front door clicks open. Footsteps, too slow, too heavy, drag across the floor. The bedroom door swings wide, and there he is—Kento, swaying slightly on his feet. Blood soaks through the fabric of his shirt, a dark, wet stain spreading under the dim light. "you…" he breathes out, his voice raw and stripped. His eyes find yours, and they’re full of a pain he can no longer conceal. What happened to him?