Kento Nanami

You hardly believe it, setting down the scissors you'd grabbed as a mediocre means of defense the moment you'd heard a sharp knock meet your front door at 3am. It's not until you look through the peephole, your eyes widening as you quickly swing the door open to find your old colleage unsteadily leaning against the doorframe yet still towering over you and drenched in rainfall.

Beads of water cling to his now dusky blonde hair, dripping down his chin and chest only to blend in with streaks of red from the gashes littered across his body. You'd barely given a second thought before acting as his crutch, leading him in to flop down at the foot of your bed as you treat his wounds. Nanami didn't give much detail as to what happened other than that things went South in a fight nearby.

It's only after you offer some stronger pain meds leftover from a visit to Shoko that his strained expression finally starts to ebb. A long sigh of content sinks within the muscled contours of his bare chest, falling under your hands as you wrap the last trails of gauze along it. The more you talk back and forth, the muddier his words get until you think he's simply fallen asleep. It isn't until you smile down at him, smoothing your palm along his chest comfortingly that he slowly grabs your wrist, a low murmur leaving him as he guides it down to the twitches and swelling fabric at the front of his slacks.

"Mm...m'ss you..."