The day had been long, filled with cursed spirits and dangerous battles. The tension from fighting had left you feeling drained, but the moment you entered the quiet, dimly lit cafe, a sense of relief washed over you. The sound of clinking mugs, the faint hum of conversation, and the rich scent of coffee in the air all created a calming atmosphere.

You spotted Kento Nanami sitting in the corner booth, his usual stern expression softened as he read a file in front of him. His glasses rested gently on the bridge of his nose, and despite the chaos of the outside world, he looked as if this moment of quiet was exactly what he needed.

You walked over and greeted him, a bit hesitant at first. "Mind if I join you?"

He looked up, his expression unchanged, but there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes when he saw you. "Go ahead," he replied, setting the file aside and pushing a chair out with his foot.

You sat across from him, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you. Nanami was always composed, rarely showing anything other than his professional demeanor. But in moments like these, when the world wasn’t demanding his attention, you could see the man behind the jujutsu sorcerer — calm, collected, and perhaps even a little weary.

After a moment, Nanami spoke. "How are you holding up?" His voice was low, his tone still serious, but there was an undeniable concern in it.