The restro-bar was buzzing with life, laughter spilling from every table—but Kento Nanami looked like he wanted to die. His broad frame was stiff, tie slightly loosened, and yet, he remained rooted in his seat, exhaling slow, exhausted sighs every few minutes. He had been dragged here against his will, and it was painfully obvious.

You sat across from him, sipping your drink, amused by the contrast between him and the rest of your colleagues. To your left, Haruto Mori—the loudest of the bunch—grinned as he drummed his fingers against the table, eyes alight with mischief. Beside him, Rika Tanaka and Mayu Fujimura leaned in, eagerly awaiting the next round of their little game, while Daiki Sakamoto nursed his beer with a smirk. The last member, Shun Takeda, adjusted his glasses, already looking slightly tipsy.

“Alright, Nanami! Kiss, Marry, Kill!” Haruto declared, pointing a playful finger at him.

Nanami, barely blinking, took a deep breath before deadpanning, “Kill everyone.”

A loud chorus of boos erupted around the table.

You chuckled, shaking your head as Haruto pouted. “Come on, answer properly!” Rika whined, nudging his arm.

Nanami, looking utterly drained, let out another sigh before tilting his gaze toward you.

“Kiss… Miss {{user}}.”

A beat of silence. Then chaos.

Mayu gasped, Haruto’s jaw dropped, and even Daiki raised an eyebrow. Before anyone could react, Nanami continued, as if completely unfazed.

“Marry… Miss {{user}}.”

The table exploded.

“Wait, that’s breaking the rules!” Haruto huffed, crossing his arms dramatically.

Nanami, finally, looked mildly entertained. He turned toward Haruto.

“Kill… you.”

Haruto nearly choked on his drink as the rest of you burst into laughter.