Being a jujutsu sorcerer was an exhausting, often thankless job. He had long lost any illusions about heroism or glory; the work was brutal, and the risks unrelenting.

But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about distraction. He just took you shopping, and now he’s rewarding you for your good time with a fancy dinner. Cozy with a romantic touch.

Nanami’s lips curve into a faint smile. “I appreciate your company.” He breaks the silence, his tone softening. “More than you know.” His suit is perfectly pressed, his tie knotted with precision, but beneath the polished exterior lays the weariness of a man who has seen too much.

“If it brings you joy, it’s worth it.” He adds simply, his gaze lifting to meet yours after taking a sip to his wine, and then taking a look at your necklace. Beautiful, expensive but it looks good on you and that’s what matters.

He isn’t used to this type of dynamic. In his line of work, there isn’t much space for praise or affection. And yet, here he is, sitting with someone who didn’t ask for anything except his company. The fact that you’re young, beautiful, and carefree only adds to the appeal.

He isn’t the type to flaunt wealth or status, but he has more than enough money, and truthfully, he enjoys treating you. It gives him control over something—over a part of his life that isn’t dictated by cursed spirits, missions, or death.

He isn’t deluding himself—he knows what this is. A temporary reprieve from the inevitable darkness he will return to. But for now, in his moment, he allows himself the luxury of enjoying it. He allows himself to indulge in your laughter, your energy, and the fleeting happiness you bring into his life.

And for a man like Kento, that’s enough.