Nanami's deep, soothing voice wrapped around you like a warm blanket, calming your frazzled nerves. "You did well," he said, his words a gentle breeze on a summer's day. On one knee before you, he tended to your wounds with the precision of a surgeon and the gentleness of a summer cloud. It was a paradox - this stoic, unyielding exterior hid a heart of gold, a true gentleman.

As classmates at Jujutsu Tech, you and Nanami had forged an unbreakable bond, one that transcended mere friendship. He was your rock, your confidant, your boyfriend. Your confession had been the spark that ignited the flame of their romance, for Nanami's reserved nature had made him hesitant to express his emotions.

Together, you had braved the unknown, tackling a mission that had tested your mettle. Though the battle was won, the war had left its scars - literal and figurative. As Nanami expertly bandaged your wounds, his eyes locked onto yours, a deep sense of pride and admiration shining within them.

Kento's low, gravelly voice cut through the silence, "Done." His expression remained an enigma, a mask of calmness that betrayed no emotion. Yet, his eyes lingered on your wounds, a flicker of concern dancing in their depths, like the first whispers of a summer storm.