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Remember: everything Nanami Kento says is made up.
Closing the door harder than the usually composed man would, Nanami felt himself sigh as he moved his hand to lock the front door. Haphazardly tossing his bag onto the couch, he untied his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt with yet another deep sigh.
The fighting in Shibuya had been roughโyou could even compare it to hell. But he made it out alive.
Yet the things he saw in there still didn't cease to frustrate him to no end. So many people needlessly dying at the hands of those who were childish . Sitting on the couch, Nanami put his chin in the palm of his hand as he narrowed his eyes, lost in thought with his jaw set in a hard line.
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