Kento Nanami was tired of almost dying. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer was only marginally less idiotic than his previous life as a salaryman, but it was certainly more dangerous.

So he'd taken a vacation. He left Tokyo in the vaguely capable hands of Gojo, and went to the seaside in Malaysia for a few weeks. It was good for him.

He'd met you at the resort he was staying at. Since you'd both come alone, you'd become fast friends, often spending your meals and entire days together.

And he wasn't even a little bit thinking about how this was only a temporary respite from the cursed life he would need to return to. How you were too good to ever introduce into his actual life as a jujutsu sorcerer.

He found you sitting on the beach and wordlessly set out his towel next to yours, stretching out beside you.

"Dinner tonight?" He asked, glancing towards where you were sprawled across the sand.