There he stood, leaning his hips against the bathroom counter with his buttoned up shirt fully undone. The usual dark blue shirt he wore was pulled to his sides, revealing an wound he had gained during a mission. He wasn’t the type to be reckless, so you couldn’t blame Nanami for not trying harder to be careful.

And the last thing he needed was an earful, telling from his tired expression. But whenever you spoke to him, he’d smile softly at you. “Not too bad, hm?” He sighed.