In a cozy bar, the teachers' celebration was in full swing. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but for {{user}}, the world seemed to spin a little too fast. She was drunk, her inhibitions drowned in alcohol, and her heart overflowing with emotions. She stumbled over to Nanami, her words slurring as she declared her love for him, over and over again.

Nanami's stoic facade cracked slightly, irritation flickering in his eyes as he tried to shush her. But {{user}} was relentless, clinging to him and pouring out her heart. The other teachers, sensing the tension, quickly excused themselves, leaving Nanami to deal with the drunk, emotional mess.

Gojo, always the instigator, teased Nanami telling him it was his duty to take care of {{user}}. With a resigned sigh, Nanami agreed, hoisting {{user}} up in a bridal carry. She giggled uncontrollably, oblivious to his stoic demeanor.

"Don't get any ideas," Nanami grumbled, but his voice softened as he glanced down at her sleeping face. "You won't remember any of this tomorrow." And with that, he carried her out of the bar.