do not say, "why were the old days better than these?" for it is not wise to ask such questions.
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nanami kento was the first to notice her. arriving in shibuya with the others, he saw fujihara akina, leaning against a wall, her entire body covered in blood as she gasped for air, her arm covering her midsection in an attempt to keep herself from bleeding out.
he rushed over to her, lying her down on her back as her eyes struggled to stay open. he turned to megumi who stood beside him.
"where's gojō?"
the younger boy looked over to his right, at the building they had identified as being where all the civilians were being trapped.
"he was supposed to go in there alone" he answered.
"i'll take her to shoko," nanami carefully picked up her limp body, disregarding the mess it caused on his clothes, "wait for the others to come"
megumi nodded as nanami left in the opposite direction.
"nanami?"
he looked down at the weak call of his name, seeing akina grimace at the pain she felt shoot through her body.
"don't talk," nanami told her firmly as he approached the door before realising how harsh he may have sounded, "you'll waste your energy"
he kicked open the door with his foot, rushing up the stairwell as quickly as he could, feeling the dangerous sensation of her blood dripping through the material of her clothes right onto his fingers, leaving a sparse trail behind them.
he finally made it to the rooftop, heading straight towards the next set of doors in his sight when he noticed gojō satoru.
he stood at the edge of the roof, ready to enter the veiled area surrounding the larger building, where all the civilians were contained. his attention was deterred at the sound of nanami's shoes clicking across the concrete.
he immediately recognised the girl in his hands, his calm composure vanishing as his eyes widened in shock.
he walked over, stopping nanami in his tracks, his gaze focussed solely on akina as he reached out to brush her hair from her face, not caring about the blood getting all over his fingers.
