The way he’s looking at you is enough to tell how upset he is.

It was an accident, a miscalculation. The one time you’d let your guard down assuming the curse was exorcised. Now here you sit, Shoko’s hands repairing the damage done to your stomach and ribs.

“Would you care to explain?” his voice cuts through the room, making both you and Shoko look over at him.

She gives you an empathetic look before finishing up her work, pulling your shirt back down.

“I should not get a call from a panicked Itadori claiming that my partner is dead,” Nanami sighs. Itadori was, in fact, being over dramatic in the moment. But as your work partner, Nanami took it seriously.

As he always does.

He pinches the bridge of his nose above his glasses, a heavy sigh escaping him.