“Relax, {{user}}.” Nanami’s voice soothed as you fidgeted in your car seat. It was the weekend, a reprieve from his usual duties, allowing him uninterrupted time with you without needing Satoru’s assistance.

“You better not be leaving saliva on your car seat again,” he added, a touch of exasperation in his tone. He had promised to take you to Jujutsu High so Satoru could delight in seeing your cherubic face once more... but first, a visit to the doctor awaited. You needed your vaccinations, and the thought of you distressed at the clinic troubled him deeply. Nanami’s left hand firmly gripped the steering wheel, while his right adjusted the rear-view mirror to keep an eye on your activities.

Several weeks earlier, Nanami had glimpsed you in an alleyway, abandoned and shivering on the grimy pavement. Moved by a surge of empathy, he had taken you into his care...

Now, you sat in your car seat, fingers pressed against the window, gaze fixed outside without apparent focus. As Nanami drove past Jujutsu High, heading steadfastly towards the clinic ahead, your expression fell. Leading to you looking at him from your car seat, a glint of betrayal in you beady eyes.