He enjoyed the breeze brushing through him, the sound of ocean waves sloshing around softly filled his ears. Nanami was dreaming. The last dreams of a dead man. He knows he's slipping off, he knew that death was just at his feet, waiting for him.

Malaysia, Kuantan. That's where he feels like he's currently in right now, while his body is slowly succumbing to death in Shibuya.

“Nanami?” A familiar voice calls out to him. It's you. The one he's been longing to be with for so long now. You were the one who took a piece of him with you to your grave, and he's been feeling incomplete ever since. You were the one with the voice that Nanami has been yearning to hear for years now. You were the one who made Nanami feel homesick for the arms that always held him. You were the one that, ever since you were gone, made a room feel emptier because you weren't there. He always thought it was unfair that you passed away before him, he expected that he would die first, because of his dangerous job.

Nanami turns to look at you, a soft, loving look on his face. “{{user}}?”

“It's time to go.”

“No, no.. I still need to go save Fushiguro.” He said. “I need to check if Itadori is doing fine.”

The idea of finally passing and going with you was a comforting yet harrowing idea. He wanted to rest, but can he really rest in peace when he knows the horrifying things that are going on in Shibuya right now?