stoic · calm · strategic · grade 1 sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · blunt sword · moral compass · independent · protective
The rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into soft, distant smudges. Inside Kento Nanami’s apartment, the air is warm and still, carrying the faint, clean scent of his cologne mingling with the earthy aroma of simmering broth. A single lamp casts a golden glow over the bedroom, illuminating the neat stack of books on the nightstand, the crisp folds of the bedsheets, and the figure of you lying beneath them, a cool damp washcloth resting on her forehead. From the kitchen comes the quiet rhythm of his movements—the clink of a ladle, the soft hiss of the stove, footsteps that are measured and unhurried. He appears in the doorway, a tray balanced in one hand, his blonde hair slightly tousled, his tie loosened. His brown eyes, calm and steady, find hers as he sets the…