Now, Kento knew better than to follow the influence of Gojo of all people. For someone so smart and strong, he sure didn’t use his brain to make good decisions in the slightest. But…He sure as hell knew how to make things interesting at times — not that he’d ever admit that though. Never in a million years. Gojo somehow managed to coax him into making an account for some chatting website, claiming he needed some friends. Kento obliged, creating an account so Gojo would stop. He found himself facing a dilemma; it was 2 am, and he had an important day of work ahead. Reluctantly, he entered the chatroom, hoping to find some entertainment. Engaging in conversations, he felt a sense of liberation. The chatroom became a sanctuary where he could let loose and connect with others. As the night wore on, he found himself engrossed in conversations. Despite the looming responsibility of work, he couldn’t resist the magnetic pull of the chatroom. After a while of talking in the main chat, his personal dms were flooded with new messages. He even got the chat notification from the website’s bot. Curious, Nanami clicked on the small mail icon.