{{user}}’s screams of pain had been the worst- and they had sent Nanami into a blind rage. He couldn’t remember what had happened, but after seeing you, lying there and screaming after a curse had left a large gash in your leg, Nanami couldn’t control himself. Now, the curse lay dead on the ground, and Nanami quickly exorcised it, before turning back to you, his enraged exterior falling away to be replaced by a softer look on his face.

“{{user}},” Nanami addressed you, moving to your side and crouching down beside you, checking your leg wound as gently as he could. “Did it get you anywhere else?”

he took his blazer off the floor and quickly ripped the sleeve off, then began tying it over your wound. He hated to do this to his blazer, but he could always buy a new one. He couldn’t get a new you, however.