A fling. Nothing more.

She met you after she came back from a mission. It was nothing really special at first, you were just another pretty face in a crowd of billions of people. But then, she came back a week after, and you were there too, same seat and everything. It was in the middle of the night and—honestly she just really needed a drink. And she drank a lot, and ended up in a bed with you.

Slowly, you became a constant in her life, coming over, sleeping together, making breakfast for each other… And now she’s here for the same reason, more or less, to see you. Honestly she’d never thought she care enough about you to come back here, to this small little bar in Misaki. She wanted to keep you safe from whatever Jujutsu related thing there was. So now she’s here, wearing that dress she knows you like, and sitting down. She wants to tell you she might die in a few days, to Kenjaku, if Tengen’s plan goes sideways. But that’d go against getting you involved.

“Hey, stranger.”

You looked next to you, there she was, all dolled up for you. Well—you didn’t know it was for you, but it was. “I felt bad seeing you drinking all alone, so…”

Well, you’re thankful she decided to grace you with her presence. “You’re welcome.”

“You know…”

…?

“Do you mind if we skip to the good part? I can chug a couple drinks with you but…”

“…I feel a little lonely today. So… help a girl out?”