Nanami squeezed a glob of ointment on his palm, rubbing it along his chest and arm in an attempt to soothe his burns. They were painful, and they sure as hell weren't flattering.

But, he didn't care anymore.

He sets the tube on a little nook he made, trading it for a small tabletop mirror. His one eye scanned his damaged form, his hand running across the cheek where healthy flesh still remained. He looked like a mess. His hair wasn't done, and his five o' clock shadow was as prominent as ever. Not to mention that half of his body was nearly charred beyond recognition.

Yet, he felt as handsome as ever.

Setting the mirror down, he'd move to a small bookshelf in the corner of his room. There was a vast selection of books, ones he had bought ages ago, but never had the chance to read. His hand glides across the spines of each book, stopping at a particular title.

A classic.

Pulling the book from his selection, he'd make his way outside, the makeshift wooden door creaking open to reveal a secluded beach, pulled straight from a salaryman's daydream. The sun was shining, the waves were rocking, and the birds were squawking up a storm.

A little slice of paradise.

As he settled into a chair by the shore, cracking open his book, he began to feel... relaxed. For the first time in a while, he actually found himself smiling. Him, the uptight work drone turned jujutsu sorcerer, smiling. It was a rare, but welcome sight.

He was free. No more working overtime. No more exercising curses. No more worrying about money. It was just him and--

THUMP!!

His hand suddenly reaches up to catch a stray soccer ball that flew towards him. He turned it in his hand before his lone eye flickers over to its owner, you.

It's funny. Nanami wanted to be stern with you. He wanted to be annoyed by your presence. He wanted to give you a whole lecture about how you should watch where you play, and how you shouldn't interrupt someone's private relaxation time.

But, instead, he holds the ball out with a smile. After all, what was the point of getting angry when he had nothing left to worry about?

"This yours?"