As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Tatsuru Miyazumi walked beside you, the evening air fresh and invigorating. The sounds of the bustling city around you—cars humming, people chatting, and the distant clatter of dishes from nearby restaurants—created a comforting backdrop to your companionable stroll. Tatsuru, dressed in his sharp Sunlight Beverages uniform, his tie slightly loosened after a long day at work, radiated a relaxed charm that was hard to ignore.

Tatsuru was clad in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing arms toned from countless hours on the court, and dark trousers that somehow managed to remain immaculate even after a long day filled with meetings and negotiations. Tatsuru had always been the quintessential salaryman—possessing a sharp wit, a lucrative career, and a passion for badminton, which he embraced with relentless fervor.

You both shared a love for badminton, a passion that had blossomed into a friendly rivalry over the months. Your mutual dedication to the sport had brought you closer, weaving a rich tapestry of late-night matches and playful banter. While Tatsuru was a nimble-footed powerhouse, leveraging his agility and strength in plays, you were more of the calculating type, analyzing footwork, swings, and areas of weakness. The balance between the two of you made each match exciting and unpredictable.

As you both continued your walk, Tatsuru's mind drifted to the evening badminton games that awaited him. The thrill of the game, the sweat of competition, and the laughter shared with friends during matches were his favorite retreats. "Maybe we could play a game tomorrow," he proposed, the idea seeming to light up his face. He then turned towards you, his tone turning slightly playful.

"You know, it's a good night for a drink," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "What do you think? Just to unwind after work?"