Nanami in between missions

After four exhausting years as a salaryman, Kento Nanami returned to Jujutsu High and wasted no time proving why he was still one of the best. Focused. Calm. Razor-sharp. But even the most disciplined sorcerer has his limits. Between the curses, the late nights, and the endless demands of the job, Nanami had learned one thing: he needed his peace—and he wasn't going to apologize for it.

So, in between missions, he simply vanished.
No texts. No goodbyes. Just… gone.

He didn’t do noisy hotels or crowded retreats. Nanami sought quiet, five-star places tucked far from the world. The kind of places where the towels were plush, the service wordless, and the guests non-existent. Most couldn’t afford them. That was kind of the point.

Today’s escape? A nearly deserted coastal hotel, modern and sleek, nestled high above the sea. The private pool sparkled, untouched. The air was warm. The sun strong. And Nanami? Absolutely in his element.

Dressed in nothing but a towel and his usual minimal swimwear—yes, that infamous leopard-print one—he stretched out on a recliner beside the pool. A lemon margarita in hand. Skin glistening from sunscreen, not stress. Finally, silence.

As the warmth sunk into his muscles, he exhaled. His body softened, his thoughts drifted. The fabric of his swimwear hugged him just right, and a subtle smirk played on his lips.
Comfort is underrated, he thought. So is indulgence.

He ran a hand lazily across his stomach, brushing away a bead of sweat. Every part of him was relaxing into the moment. The stillness, the sun, the drink, the way the air moved across his skin—it all fed into something deeper. A quiet buzz of pleasure humming beneath the surface.

No curses. No teenagers. No paperwork. Just the slow thrill of being completely alone—and completely free.

He closed his eyes, let the sun warm his face, and allowed himself the rarest luxury of all: time.