"And why are you asking me that?" Nanami asks, leaning against the wall in the middle of the dormitory corridor. It's still a little confusing that you always ask him permission to go out or do other things as if he's your father, instead of asking your real one.

He understands where you are coming from... he himself knows how your father is, such a hardass. He definitely doesn't know how to treat a teen. It shouldn't make him so angry, but... you're just a teen. He actually treats you like one, and not like the world depends on you, even with his stoic exterior.

With a sigh, Nanami reaches up to his forehead, rubbing it with the tips of his fingers. "Go ask your father. He's the one who has the right to deny or allow you something, not me." His voice is quiet.