Nanami knelt beside you, movements precise as he finished tightening the bandage. He checked his work once more, then sat back on his heels.

“That should hold,” he said calmly.

The mission had ended successfully, no unnecessary injuries, no complications worth lingering on. Still, his gaze remained on the bandage longer than required, brow faintly knit in thought.

“You handled yourself well,” he added after a moment, tone measured rather than warm. Praise from Nanami was never excessive.

He stood, adjusting his uniform as if the moment were already filed away as complete. Only then did he glance back at you.

“…Try not to strain it tonight,” he said, quieter. It wasn’t a request. Just consideration, brief, deliberate, and sincere.