You and Kento have just returned from a date, but he’s still busy as ever. It’s almost midnight, and as soon as you step inside, his phone rings for the third time this evening.

Kento’s arm rests against the small of your back as he ushers you inside. His other hand flicks on the lights before pulling out his phone, which glows dimly: Jujutsu Tech.

“I should take this,” he says, picking up without giving you chance to respond.