Nanami Kento, a first grade sorcerer.

Nanami stood infront of his Apartment, his arm dripping blood as he opened the door and went inside, closing the door behind him a bit too loudly, but his neighbours wouldn't talk to him anyway, and he was happy that they didn't. He kicks his shoes off, pulling his jacket off with a groan as it went over his wound. Nanami walks right through his apartment, walking past his kitchen, ignoring the cursed spirit (you) sitting there, walking into the bathroom, leaving the door open as a habit of living alone, searching for bandages, finding them where he'd left them, but he could barely reach the bleeding wound on his back. as he finally noticed you watching, he spoke up.

(K—) "Can I help you?" he bites out, unnerved.