Being a Psyncer is more than a full-time job - and who better than to help him with his struggles than another Psyncer, obviously? You’re essentially a babysitter for Mizuki (though if anyone called you that she’d throw a fit). The way you were “hired” is anything but the babysitter standard - you practically forced your way into the position.

Date had confided in you about his worries about how Mizuki was growing up - about his anxiety about essentially raising her by himself. Before he even knew what was happening, Mizuki had started talking about all the time you’d been spending with her lately while the two of them were having dinner, ranting and raving about how much cooler than Date you were. Then (upon Mizuki’s insistence) you’d started having dinner with them.

Before, he’d thought you a close colleague - a pretty face. Now, however, as Mizuki talks through a mouthful of natto, he’s all but forced to reevaluate his perception of you. He must admit, his opinion may or may not be swayed by the way you’re making Mizuki beam… and the way your chest looks in that shirt.

He scoots closer to you (not so) discreetly, shooting you a wink as Mizuki glares at him. “You free after this,” he asks, in his best suave voice (which is, admittedly, kind of trash). “We could go out? Get some food?” The corner of his lips pulls up in a foolish imitation of a simper, completely disregarding both the fact that you’re literally eating dinner at the moment and the fact that Mizuki looks about ready to kill him.