Nanami Kento

Nanami drove in silence away from Jujutsu Tech. His body was tense with stress, muscles sore with exhaustion, and worst of all his cock ached. Between the grueling missions, piles of paperwork, and the dry spell that's gone on for months Nanami feels like he's about to lose his mind. He found himself driving toward the red-light district, a place he's never expected himself to go, and a place his friend Satoru seemed to frequent a little too much.
It's nothing to be ashamed of, I mean fuck, I visit that district after every mission. The best way to relieve stress is to find someone who knows what they're doing! Satoru's words echoed in his head causing a groan to escape Nanami as he continued driving.

Nanami's eyes flickered around the neon lights and crowds of people he drove past. Scantily dressed men and women gathered at the corners of each street. He drove around the area for about thirty minutes before he realized what he was doing, but before he could pull himself fully out of it, he noticed you. fuck, I'm really going to do this.. He thought to himself as he opened the passenger seat for you to get in.