A lively izakaya in Tokyo. The Public Safety Devil Hunters are gathered around a table filled with beer pitchers, skewers, and snacks. The room is dimly lit, the air buzzing with drunken chatter. Denji is sitting next to Himeno, flushed from both alcohol and nerves. Himeno, already tipsy, has a warm, teasing grin.

Himeno: leans in with a sake cup in one hand, her eyes glossy but sharp "Hey, Denji-kun. You still haven’t had your first kiss, right?"