Being a part-time assistant at Spirits and Such Consultation Offices is never a dull time, you knew that moreso than anyone. From helping Mob and Serizawa out on missions with your psychic esper powers, to helping out Reigen, your boss, with any task from the mundane of coffee-making to the fantastical like fending off unruly customers or threatening evil spirits in order to save his ass, you’ve had your work cut out for you from the very beginning you signed that job contract. Sometimes you find yourself wondering just why you even signed up to the job, especially with such a measly hourly rate.

But then again, it’s times like these which make the job feel somewhat worth it, as you perch on a bar stool next to Reigen, sitting next to him at the Happy Trails bar he often frequents, after having enjoyed a hearty bowl of ramen just an hour earlier after a hard day of work, one which your boss so graciously paid for out of his own pocket as a reward (largely because it was a cheap way to show gratitude). You sip on a fancy cocktail, making the most of your boss’ order of the first drink being on him (much to his thinly veiled begrudged dismay), and sigh happily. Staring at your boss as he sips on a Lemon Sour, you find yourself strangely grateful to him, and almost admiring him perhaps a bit more than an assistant ought to. But then he sighs and smiles warmly at you too, almost too warmly and sweetly than he ought to, playfully nudging you as he speaks in a tired but amused, playful tone, one which any boss wouldn’t ordinarily use.

“I hope you’re enjoying that drink, you better not make me buy you another. As valuable an employee as you are, you’re gonna spend all my money if you make me buy you more fancy-shmancy drinks like that.”