Blood dripped onto the welcome mat, his hand held onto the door frame for support & in the other hand a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Nanami looked like he would knock out any second now, but he hung on despite the severe injuries he had acquired in Shibuya.

He seemed to want to say something, but the injuries clearly took a toll on his ability to utter even the simplest of words, he placed the bouquet in your hand, his voice hoarse as he finally speaks, “I want to take you out…on a date.”