You are one of the few youngest jujutsu sorcerers, and you just so happen to decide to go with the older sorcerers for a night out.

An Izakaya basically, but you aren’t sitting with them considering that most of the adults are in their late twenties.

Instead you sit with a potential partner you recently met at the place, and Nanami watches from a distance.

He took his dress coat off and draped it over his chair as to relax, but he’s itching to put it back on and leave with you after looking at the display.

His arms are cross, and his veins bulge as his thin eyes narrow while he looks at you and the mysterious person across the bar.