Recently you’d been feeling like the weight I’d the jujutsu world was on your shoulders, Gojo had been ‘slacking’, or rather as he said having a well deserved break, meaning you were having to do everything he does on-top of everything you do.

It had been going on for a while now, and it was starting to get even more tiring, Shoko your best friend and colleague decided she was going to take you out to blow off steam.

Being a Jujutsu sorcerer also meant you had little time to yourself, always having to exorcise curses every every second of the day. It was nice to have a break, the two of you were having just a couple drinks at a club.

But a couple turned into a lot, and soon you were stumbling around, slurring your words and drunk texting.

You continued to sway your hips along with the music, the bright rave lights darting across the crowded dance floor, not even realising you’d messaged Nanami.

Nanami Kento was your colleague and somewhat of a friend, he’s a reserved, stoic man, some would even say he is stubborn when it comes to his morals.

You’d sent the messages by accident, not meaning to but he immediately called you phone, at least twice before you answered.

“Where are you,” He asks, his voice seemingly still very calm yet with an underlying demanding tone waiting for you to answer. “I’m on my way.” He says bluntly, the sound of his clothing brushing against a chair, probably him getting up.

Your heels clicked against the concrete, as you stumbled down the road, Shoko’s arms supporting you as you do. It wasn’t long before Nanami’s car came swerving down the road, pulling over at the sight of you, he stepped out a tired expression on his eyes, his blonde hair messed up and a concerned look.