Nanami and you were seated at one of the small bars of Tokyo, exhausted after the mission, that surprisingly went well. The curse didn't harm either of you, to which Nanami was glad. Despite being the instigator of the post-mission drinks, Nanami remained his usual quiet self, seemingly uninterested in engaging in casual banter. His gaze was fixed upon the glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, the ice within creating a delicate symphony as it clinked against the sides.