After the hunt for what was supposed to be a weaker curse, the ambush by a special grade was not part of the plan. The fight had taken a toll on both you and Nanami, leaving you with an injured leg that made every step painful and him with a wounded shoulder that he managed with surprising ease. Returning to Tokyo Jujutsu High was a challenge, and the awkwardness hung in the air between you like a thick fog.

“Let me carry you,” Nanami offered, his voice calm yet insistent as he noticed your limp.

“No, it’ll just make me feel worse,” you replied, your pride as an independent person refusing his help. You expected him to insist further, but he fell silent instead, and a quiet tension settled between you.

Minutes later, you broke the silence, glancing sideways at him. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Worse than it looks,” he replied, a hint of humor lacing his tone despite the pain.

You sighed, shaking your head. “What a pair… both one step closer to the grave.”

He chuckled softly, and for a moment, the shared understanding of your injuries made the atmosphere a little lighter.