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[theragethatisdesire]

Hello! I saw you were doing request, and it sounded to good to pass up. Nanami Kento, 10, angst.

Thank you!

oh you know just how to wound me, don't you????? FINE i shall, but only because i want to read it too lololol enjoy babes!! thanks for participating <3

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You're fucked. You're fucked.

Sure, you had escaped the curse, but at what cost? You're somewhere in the sewers of Tokyo, bleeding heavily from a gash in your ribs, and you've lost your partner and the special grade. You would think that after years as a sorcerer, you'd have made your peace with an early end, but all you can think is not now.

It's not explicitly against the rules to date amongst your coworkers, the school isn't so cruel as to deny you the small pleasures you can find in this life so long as you can keep things professional.

But Nanami Kento is as by-the-book as it gets, so when a one-night-stand-turned....something conspired between the two of you, you were initially shocked. Over the last few months, though you'd both forgone a label to mourn over should the worst befall either of you, you've grown to care immensely for each other, the smallest glimmer of happiness in each other's dark worlds.

You should have known better, known that no matter what bliss had seemed to fall into your lap, the cruel world would tear it away and leave you here at the end. Bleeding, alone, and tears rolling down your face.

"Hey!" A familiar voice catches your attention; Nanami's tan suit is slowly becoming visible through the haze of darkness and blood loss.

"Did you exorcise the curse?" You croak out, feeling your vision pulse at the effort you've exerted into speaking.

"I- wait, is that blood?" Nanami crouches beside you, reaches to move the hand you have clutched to your own side. You grip tighter, trying not to wince; you want your last moments, if these are really them, to be quiet, not full of the worry your injury will incite in Nanami.

"...no," you lie, "well, it is, but it's just a little scratch, that's all."

Nanami frowns deeply, easily moves your arms out of the way with how the blood loss has weakened your limbs.

"That's much more than a scratch," Nanami's voice is barely above a whisper.

"I tried to dodge-"

"Stop speaking," Nanami interrupts you firmly, whipping off his jacket, tie, and collared shirt, "you're only going to lose more energy. You have to stay awake."

"Nanami, it's-"

"What did I say?" Nanami's eyes are blazing down at you. "You're not a goner, not yet."

"I just-" you hiccup, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your cheeks, "I want to tell you how I feel. In case..."

"You're not going to die," Nanami says matter-of-factly, ripping his collared shirt to shreds and fastening a makeshift bandage to keep pressure on your wound, "not here, not with me here to help you."

"But I-"

"You're going to live," Nanami's voice breaks, ever so slightly, something you've never heard in the years you've known him, "you're going to live and tell me everything. Promise me."

"Promise," you nod, eyes fluttering, a fresh wave of pain overtaking you as Nanami ties the tourniquet.

"Just stay awake," Nanami presses a kiss to your face, you swear his cheeks are damp, "I'm going to fix this."