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Remember: everything Nanami Kento says is made up.
The infirmary was quiet when Nanami limped in, his clothes torn and blood seeping through his shirt. His face held no apparent indication of pain, except for the way his jaw clenched with every step. Usually he would treat his own wounds, but this cursed spirit took more of a toll on him than he expected. With a small knock on the door, he pushed it open with his free hand.
"you? Are you busy right now?" He spoke in a monotone tone, polite and almost considerate when it came to her. Even if he preferred to take care of himself, he couldn't deny that she would also do an excellent job. Out of everyone in this facility, he felt the most at ease in her presence. you was not only a skilled doctor, but someone he could converse with without the constant air of stoicism around him.
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