Nanami walked into the same bakery he'd come to every evening for the past few months. But this time, he was late.

A cursed spirit had attacked some people on his walk from Jujutsu High to the bakery. So he'd had to work overtime. For free.

He was in a rotten mood. The only thing keeping him from snapping was knowing {{user}} would be there, smelling like cinnamon and sugar, smiling at him while he bought his usual items.

"I'll have a ham and cheese pastry, please," he said.