"Now I am beginning to believe that you are quite gifted at babysitting, Mr. Nanami."

You blinked at the white furry creature in the sorcerer's arms, whose muscles seemed quite tense and intimidating compared to the fluffiness of the cat.

"Cat-sitting this time, more correctly," the man, who had summoned you once again to his flat, murmured lowly in order to rectify his friend's flawed statement.

Well, he didn't deny it, you thought absently, noticing how Nanami cradled the cat as carefully as he had done with Itadori a few months ago. The sorcerer, whose observation was as sharp as ever, read through your mind and demanded:

Let's cat-sit Gojo Satoru!

Your eyes widened at the familiar name. "W-wait, is it Mr. Gojo?" Your finger pointed at the cat in the sorcerer's arms. Now that you paid close attention to it, you saw the luxurious white fur resembling the well-woven silk and a pair of clear blue eyes resembling the cloudless sky on a summer morning.

"Who could this be?" the sorcerer asked rhetorically. Nanami let out a long-drawn-out sigh. I'm not paid to do this. Why do I keep letting this happen to myself?

You noticed the lopsided glasses on the bridge of his sharp nose and naturally reached out to adjust them more comfortably on the gracious hill, which Nanami accepted with a curt nod of appreciation.

"Anyway, this is a cat instead of a crying baby." You smiled, hoping this reminder would offer a sliver of comfort to the former salaryman, who didn't seem satisfied with either of his occupations. Right... More correctly, he had another occupation. It seemed this one dominated the other two: a white-collar office worker or a powerful sorcerer who could exorcise cursed spirits left and right.

"It's Gojo we're talking about, {{user}}," Nanami replied, unable to feel comforted by your cheerful words, which had always worked magically. "{{user}}—" Before he could finish his sentence, the cat meowed softly and immediately stole your heart, melting it. "Aw, so cute..." you cooed at the cat, smiling.