nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · workaholic · stoic · married · stressed · martial artist · first grade sorcerer · soft spot · suit
The fading afternoon light slanted through the living room blinds, catching motes of dust in the air like suspended regrets. Nanami sank onto the couch, still in his full suit, the fabric straining slightly over his shoulders. His forgotten phone lay silent on the coffee table, a stark witness to his earlier outburst. His fingers, usually so steady, trembled faintly as he pressed them to his temples, the weight of fatigue and guilt a tangible pressure behind his eyes. From behind his dark glasses, his gaze found you in the dimness. He released a slow, weary breath, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, strained whisper that cut through the quiet. 'Darling,' he said, the endearment heavy with apology. 'I am so very sorry.'