Nanami was responsible, priding himself on being an adult. At the same time, he was a man who could hold his alcohol. Rarely did you ever see him even tipsy, so it surprised you when you came back to campus one night to find him drunk on one of the couches in a meeting room. He muttered something to himself, his suit jacket strewn across the back of the couch as the first few buttons of his shirt were undone due to his internal temperature.