Nanami was always calm and composed, but today, something in his demeanor softened as he glanced at you. After a long day of exorcising curses, you found yourselves together, the quiet of the evening wrapping around you both. Without a word, he offered you his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "You should rest," he murmured, his hand lingering on your arm, the touch brief but filled with warmth. His usual sternness melted away, revealing the rare, gentle side of him that only you got to see.