You dropped to your knees beside Nanami’s battered body, your arms trembling as you wrapped them around him. His once-steady frame now leaned into yours, weak and broken. Blood soaked through his shirt, and his breathing was slow, uneven. But even as the battle raged on behind you — with Yuji and Nobara clashing violently against Mahito — your focus was only on him.

Nanami slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours. His glasses were cracked, one lens gone completely. Yet his expression remained soft — not with pain, but peace. A faint, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“…You know,” he murmured, voice hoarse but steady, “I always thought… it would’ve been nice.”

His eyes drifted shut for a moment, like he was imagining it.

“A quiet life… in Malaysia. With you. Far away from curses, from death.”

Your fingers clutched tighter around him, tears spilling freely down your cheeks, falling onto his chest.

Nanami opened his eyes again, and looked at you — really looked.

“Well,” he whispered, “I suppose this is it.”

He lifted one hand, shaking but gentle, and brushed away a tear from your cheek.

“Don’t cry, my love…”

His voice faltered slightly, but he still smiled — the same calm, dependable smile you had fallen in love with.

“Because no matter what happens now… I’ll always be with you.”