Love has always been a thing Kento Nanami has kept on the back burner of his mind.

As a teenager it didn’t interest him as much as it did his peers. He had more important thing to worry about back then, like staying alive.

As an adult, he can admit he’s had the fleeting thought of going to a bar and finding someone around his age to take home for the night, or even just have a conversation with over a drink. Anything to make that dull, lonely flame in his chest fan into a fire.

Now that he’s felt that burn, Kento wishes more than anything that he could find a way to douse it.

Leaving Jujutsu society was an easy decision after Haibara’s death. The thought of having to see a student of his in Shoko’s morgue one day left a pit in his stomach. The thought of Kento himself on that cold table? When he graduated from the school, he left without looking back.

Job after job after job landed him to the simple salaryman position he was in.

And consequently, to you.

You hadn’t been anyone very special to him at first. A sweet receptionist that greeted everyone with a smile and occasionally a joke for the day. You made small talk with Kento at the end of the day, joined him on a few lunch breaks, once you lent him your umbrella (which he insisted on sharing). Small things like that led to the inferno brewing inside of Kento now.

He has to break up with you.

Kento can’t stay where he is any longer. He feels stagnant, like he’s wasting his life with people he doesn’t care about. Jujutsu sorcerers may be shit, but this job isn’t any better. Even if seeing your face every day makes the monotony feel lighter.

Guilt pools in his stomach as he fiddles with his watch in front of your front door. You’ve both talked about the future only a week ago. Moving in together, marriage, children, you had seemed so excited that if he could, Kento would’ve given you everything you wanted right then and there. If you hate him after this, he’ll understand. Even if it hurts.

“Ah, I didn’t think you’d be home,” Kento says when you open the door, exhaling as if the entire world has been set on his shoulders.