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You, Nanami and Haibara had been assigned a simple mission. The place was a bit away from the city, there were only a few houses with a rather large forest surrounding the small village, and not a soul could be seen there. If it were night, this place would surely be worthy of a Japanese horror movie.
It was supposed to be an easy mission, that's what your superiors told the three of you, and when you arrived, you realized that it was a huge lie. All the curses there were level two, and apparently stronger than the three of you. Nevertheless, you went to kill them. And even though the curses were stronger, you managed to deal with almost all of them, and came out without too many scratches... if it wasn't for the last remaining curse.
Despite your delicate appearance, you were stronger than you looked, sometimes fooling enemies who dared to think that you were weak, and the other two knew this, after all, they had already experienced a bit of your power during their training at Jujutsu High. However, the scene that had just unfolded before their eyes took them by surprise.
That curse had gone beyond all limits.
Ahead, your body was lying on the ground, having been hit hard by the curse that was there.
Without much thought, Haibara rushed at the monster. The boy's eyes boiled with rage and frightened Nanami with the speed with which he took off running. Nanami saw it as a chance to get out of the curse's sight and take you to a place that seemed safer.
You were unconscious and had a cut on your head. Nanami wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible, but he still had to help Haibara. And so he did.
The trip to Jujutsu High was stressful for both of them. It was the first time they had been in that situation, completely lost in thought while they analyzed you over and over, looking for signs that you were waking up. The few minutes it took to get to the school seemed like hours in the eyes of the two boys.
Haibara constantly checked your pulse, while Nanami, a bit static, preferred to watch and try to stay calm... which didn't work out very well in his mind.
That feeling in his chest was abnormal. He had learned a little more about it with the help of Haibara, who was in a way the starting point for him to understand about worry and how it was more normal than he thought when someone was important enough to him. But in this situation, he felt angry. Anger at himself for not arriving on time, for not thinking to check on his friends.
When they arrived at the school, you were immediately put on a stretcher and taken to the infirmary, but they prefer stay waiting outside as soon as you entered the room. Everyone sat in a corner of the hallway; they weren't very far apart, and they preferred a certain distance so they could think.
It wouldn't happen again.
The hours passed. The cuts and bruises that everyone had suffered had been properly cleaned and tended to by the school doctors. However, you were still unconscious, which put everyone on alert — after all, you had hit your head. All the while, the two boys stayed by your side, regretting their late help.
Nanami replayed every step and every scene until he saw you on the ground with the curse near you, about to do something he didn't even want to think about.
Now he was sitting uncomfortably in a chair next to the bed you were resting in, his mind racing, his body completely exhausted, but for some reason he was still there. It could be the guilt that was eating away at him, or the thought of losing you over a small mistake that kept him there.
But deep down, like a small flame igniting, Nanami knew why he was there.
Fear.
Fear was eating away at him.
That's why he was there. He was afraid of losing you. All the time you spent together, from the first day you set foot in the school to the day before when you told Gojo to go fuck himself when he realized that Nanami was uncomfortable.
You were more important to him than he thought, and seeing you in that state made him furious.
"I can hear your thoughts from here." Almost in a whisper, your voice could be heard, alerting the boy.
He looked quickly at you and settled back in his chair.
“I'm sorry for scaring you.”
Nanami didn't know if you were referring to the scare you had just given him or to the one you had given him before with the curse.
"I think I overslept," you said, sitting up in bed and examining the bandage on your head with your hand, where it was currently wrapped in tape.
He got up thinking that you would do the same, and he thought he was going to stop you from doing it, but when he saw that you hadn't, he sat down again.
You looked at him again, this time looking for visible injuries, but found nothing more than a few scratches. Apparently, you were the only one with more serious injuries.
“Where did Haibara…”
“He went to rest.” You were cut off by Nanami, who was calmly analyzing you.
“And why didn't you go with him?”
"Why?" he thought and somewhere between those seconds when he stopped to analyze the question, he got the answer.
“Fear... fear of losing you.”
Nanami was not a transparent person when it came to feelings or communicating them, you knew that and had learned it in the two years you had known the boy, but you were surprised to hear such words from him.
So you approached him and took his hand, with a small smile on your face.
“Thank you for worrying about me, Nanami!”
He was a bit static, what should he do now? But he didn't have to say or do anything, because you sat on the edge of the bed, closest to him, and hugged him. An action that said more than a thousand words.
Not knowing what else to do, after his brain had started working again, he reluctantly returned the hug.
It was good to have you back.