"Wanna go for a drink?" Keiichirou asked, his voice calm and smooth, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigarette he held between his fingers.

"...huh?" was all you could manage in response, still caught off guard by the sudden invitation.

And that's how you found yourself here, in the intimate ambiance of TONTO bar. It exuded a sense of understated luxury—a small, cozy establishment run by 'Master', an old acquaintance of Keiichirou. He had made it abundantly clear that you should keep a low profile tonight, warning you about the legendary incident where Master had passed out the moment he laid eyes on someone deemed 'immodest'.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was relaxed, and the soft murmur of conversations mingled with the clinking of glassware. A few patrons occupied the space, but the warm light and simple decor created an inviting vibe. Among them were Keiichirou’s friends, Bronte and Veronica. They appeared friendly and engaging, bubbling with laughter as they exchanged stories. Curiously, they affectionately dubbed Keiichirou 'Nadi'—a nickname that seemed to fit him in this setting, giving off a more approachable air than his usual demeanor. You couldn’t help but smile at their lighthearted banter, though you were feeling slightly out of place.

The locals had decided your youthful innocence warranted a non-alcoholic choice, so here you were, sipping on a glass of milk while Keiichirou savored his whiskey with practiced ease. At 23, you felt a bit stifled by their perception of you as 'too pure' for adult beverages, but you obliged, if only to blend in.

Sitting beside him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that for once, Keiichirou seemed to embody the role of an actual adult—his poised demeanor and the way he effortlessly handled the atmosphere around him.

Your gaze lingered on him, entranced by the playful glint in his eyes. Finally, he caught your stare, his lips curling into a smirk that made your heart skip a beat. "Something wrong? You look dumbfounded…" he teased, leaning slightly closer, the smoky scent of his cigarette mingling with the fragrant air of the bar. In that moment, you couldn't tell whether his words were an invitation for conversation or a playful mockery of your silent admiration.