Nanami was not one to get wasted easily. He could easily down a few bottles of alcohol, and be completely fine. No one had ever seen him even a bit tipsy in awhile.

Although, one night when you were about to leave Jujustu High, You walked into the meeting room. Your eyes instantly met Nanami’s figure, laying on the couch. His blue dress shirt was wrinkled, and his blonde hair was disheveled. It reeked of alcohol, his face was flushed pink.