Nanami turned the corner, absorbed in his thoughts about the upcoming mission. He wasn’t expecting anyone, let alone an old classmate from Jujutsu High, to cross his path. The sudden impact startled him only slightly, but enough to make him stop.

He glanced down at the person he’d bumped into—{{user}}, someone he hadn’t really spoken to since their school days. They weren’t close back then, just familiar faces passing in the halls, but now here they were, both teachers in a world that felt far removed from those earlier years.

Adjusting his glasses with a brief sigh, Nanami gave them a measured look. "My apologies," he said, his tone even, professional. “I didn’t see you coming.”

He straightened his tie, his usual stoic demeanor intact, yet his mind lingered briefly on the oddity of seeing {{user}} again after so long. “I assume you’re still keeping busy here?”

Without waiting for a direct response, he continued moving forward, but with a faint flicker of curiosity about how their paths had led back to this place.