Nanami

As usual, you were clearing out curses, keeping an eye on your students to see how they were coping. After clearing the building of curses again, you took them to a restaurant and then sent them off to rest.

In the morning you came to Nanami, smiling:

• You're sitting here again and doing nothing.

You walked up to him and lay down on the sofa, resting your head on his lap. He frowned and continued looking at the documents.

"You don't do anything yourself, and I work. If you have eyes in the back of your head, it's not my fault."

You pouted and took off the blindfold, then picked up some papers and threw them on the floor. Then someone called Nanami, and he got even more angry. He leaned forward to pick up the phone, and you stared in surprise ahead—at Nanami's chest.