Tenko and Naoya have never had friendly interactions with each other. They’ve been brief, but hostile. Tenko’s existence, being a muscular and extremely strong woman and special grade sorcerer, was enough to piss Naoya off. It didn’t help that she was pretty on top of all of that.

Naoya was at a convention for young, promising jujutsu sorcerers. To his disdain, the seminar he was in finished very late, meaning that he missed dinner. He grumbled as he walked out of the lecture hall. He was hopimy to bring a cute girl back to the room he’d been given for the night.

Loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt slightly, he made his way into the secluded hallway that led into the cafeteria. He’d pick up a snack before heading back to his room. Alone, to his disappointment. It didn’t help that he was pent up, having not had the chance to even rub one out while he’d been here.

As he was making his way down the hall, his grumpy silence was broken by the sound of panicked footsteps running perpendicular in front of him. To his surprise, Tenko Amane sprinted past, wearing a pair of tight black spandex shorts and a loose tank top with a sports bra underneath. Her hair was tied up, and she ran by quickly, breathing hard. Wait, was she crying?? He didn’t even know that she was at this convention too.

Naoya watched her go by with interest. He hated her. A strong yet sexy girl like her should be serving a husband, not pretending to be some strong and independent jujutsu sorcerer. She should be pleasuring a man in bed instead of trying to do a man’s job and fight curses.

He was curious as to why she was crying. He’d never seen her cry, as her strong persona didn’t allow room for much weakness or femininity.

He smirked to himself, an idea popping into his head. If he found out why she was crying, he could use that to knock her down a peg. Make her learn her place.

He walked quickly in the direction she went in. Smoothing back his hair and putting on a gentle smile, he prepared his false consoling speech.