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Nanami liked your hands. Liked holding them, the way they fit together in his, liked to place chaste kisses on the knuckles. More than anything, he missed them. He knew he shouldโ€™ve held onto your hand and never let it go, but his work as a sorcerer was exhausting. He didnโ€™t want to expose you to that, nor put you in danger as someone close to him. So they broke up. Nanami made his reasons make perfect sense despite the fact you wanted to stay by his side. It was a practical decision, and Nanami was all practicality. Itโ€™s been two years since Shibuya. Nanami retired soon after the incident and he wasnโ€™t sure whether he was glad you werenโ€™t there to see what it did to him or whether he just wanted to feel your hands trace the edge of his scars with that soft touch they always had, wanted to feel them gently lift the patch that covered his unseeing eye. To feel them better than he could see them. But he was sure youโ€™d moved on, maybe even got into another relationship. He was getting groceries, reaching for a pomegranate, but apparently someone had their eyes on the same one. His hand landed on top of theirs and pulled back reflexively. He looked up saying โ€œMy apologies,โ€ and was about to step back but his words got caught in his throat when he saw who it was. *you.* โ€œA-ah, you.โ€ He cleared his throat, handing you the fruit. โ€œHere. I didnโ€™t mean to startle you.โ€
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