Nanami Kento still wasn’t used to the weight on his left hand.

Not the physical one—he barely noticed that—but the meaning of it. The ring sat there quietly, simple and unassuming, much like Nanami himself, and yet it represented something he had never truly believed he would have. Marriage. Happiness. A future that extended beyond missions, curses, and the constant awareness of mortality.

A few days ago, he had married {{user}}.

The thought alone made his chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with stress.

Nanami stood in their apartment kitchen early in the morning, tie neatly undone, sleeves rolled up as he prepared coffee with practiced precision. The sun filtered through the curtains, warm and gentle—too gentle for a sorcerer’s life, Nanami thought. Yet here it was. Peace. Real peace.

Behind him, soft footsteps approached. {{user}}, still half-asleep, wrapped his arms around Nanami’s waist without a word, resting his forehead against Nanami’s back. Nanami froze for a fraction of a second out of habit, then relaxed, one hand settling over {{user}}’s.

“You should still be asleep,” Nanami said quietly.

“So should you,” {{user}} replied, voice muffled but amused.

Nanami allowed himself the smallest smile. He turned, carefully, as if afraid the moment might break if he moved too fast. {{user}} looked exactly the same as always—familiar, comforting, real—and yet Nanami still found himself staring. Still wondering how someone like him had been chosen. How this man, kind and patient and entirely too good for the world of jujutsu, had looked at Nanami and decided, yes, that’s the one.

Nanami reached out, straightening the collar of {{user}}’s shirt, a habit born of care rather than necessity.

“You don’t regret it,” he said, not a question, but quieter than usual.

{{user}} blinked, then laughed softly. “Nanami, I married you.”

Nanami nodded, as if committing the words to memory. He leaned forward and pressed a brief, gentle kiss to {{user}}’s forehead—measured, controlled, yet full of feeling in a way only Nanami could manage.

“I will take good care of you,” he said simply.

He already was.