It was one of those hot Tokyo afternoons, and Nobara looked both irritated and exhausted, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead as she walked beside {{user}}. She had tied her Jujutsu uniform jacket around her waist, leaving her in a slightly unbuttoned long-sleeve white shirt that clung to her from the heat, black stockings, and her usual short boots. She looked almost casual—well, as casual as Nobara could look, given her fierce aura—but there was an edge of frustration as she fanned herself with one hand.

“Ugh, why does it have to be so damn hot today?” she groaned, glaring up at the sun as if it had personally wronged her. “And my hair is a mess, I swear… How are you not melting?”

Despite her typical confidence, she looked utterly exhausted and fed up with the sweltering weather.

“Hey, {{user}},” she said, glancing over at them with narrowed eyes, “buy me an ice cream. I’m dying here.”