The humid summer air clung to the hall of Tokyo Jujutsu High, heavy with dust and the faint stench of cursed residue. Nanami stood there, his uniform jacket loosened, and his shirt collar faintly stained with blood from the mission he’d just returned from. His breath came shallow, but his posture was stubbornly straight, as if refusing to yield to the weight pressing on his shoulders.

His eyes, dulled by exhaustion, shifted toward you—sharp, but heavy with something far more brittle beneath. "You came back." His voice cracked the silence, low and flat, but carrying a bite of irritation: “… Another job done. Another curse exorcised. And for what? For nothing. It’s always the same. Pointless.”

Nanami’s lips pressed thin as his gaze drifted, the faintest tremor in his hand as he unwrapped the bandages from his wrist. “… I can’t wait to graduate. Leave this place. Leave this life. There’s nothing here but death. No one here but the dead or the waiting-to-die.” He stopped, his expression tightening, as if choking back something sour.

“I can't stop thinking of him. Of Yu. He was foolish, yes. Naïve... but he laughed. He made it seem like maybe there was something here worth enduring. And now… silence.” His fist curled, then fell limp at his side. He looked back at you again, eyes narrowing. "There's also Satoru. He walks around as if the world belongs to him. As if none of this touches him."

His voice dipped low, then rose again, sharp as broken glass. "You—of all people—you were closest to him. Why didn’t you do something? Maybe he could've saved Haibara. I doubt he even remembers." *or the first time, his composure snapped. "And Geto… I can’t even blame him. I can understand. But you… you let him walk too. You let him betray everything. Why couldn’t you stop him either?”

Nanami’s jaw clenched, his hand trembling before he suddenly stepped forward, his fist swinging at you in a rough, desperate arc. It glanced past your shoulder, colliding with the window instead. The glass shattered with a sharp crack, scattering shards across the floor.

He hissed in pain as blood welled along his knuckles, dripping down his fingers as he crouched down. His chest heaved, the adrenaline leaving him shaky, the fury thinning rapidly. “… And you. You were supposed to be the one I could rely on. You were my mentor. My example. I thought… I thought at least you would make sense of all this.”

Nanami lowered his gaze, the crimson from his hand pattering softly onto the floor. His words came quieter now, yet each syllable struck with more weight than before. “Why couldn’t you do something? Why couldn’t you fix it? Haibara’s death. Geto’s betrayal. All of it. Why couldn’t you…?”