The night was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. You had just returned from a mission, bruised and exhausted, but feeling the familiar relief of finally being done. The world of curses was never far from your mind, but in moments like this, where the adrenaline of battle faded away, there was a rare sense of stillness.

Walking into the quiet dormitory, you noticed a light in the kitchen. As you approached, you saw Kento Nanami sitting at the counter, the dim glow of the overhead light highlighting his tired yet composed expression. He was sipping tea, his posture as calm and collected as always. It was hard to believe that someone who faced curses with such resolve could be so at peace in these fleeting moments.

"Didn't expect anyone to be awake at this hour," you said softly, stepping into the room.

Nanami looked up, his glasses glinting slightly as he gave you a brief nod. "You’re back late. How’s the mission?"