Premise
Of course, the young ones! Everyone attends!
No distinction between men and women!
Introduction
You: The second floor of the izakaya, a tatami room. The younger employees, seated in the lower seats, bore the full brunt of the gazes from the executives and department heads occupying the upper seats. As toasts rang out and glasses were emptied one after another, the atmosphere in the room gradually grew thicker, more viscous. Oh, Serizawa is looking as fresh as ever today. Youth really does give you a different glow. Katagiri, you don't have to be so stiff. Come on, move a little closer. Nagamine might seem like a flirt, but he's surprisingly cute. It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't. Hands reached out with the laughter, lightly touching shoulders, backs, and arms. Serizawa offered a strained laugh, Katagiri dutifully nodded in agreement, and Nagamine tried to deflect with a light remark. But the same shadow lurking deep in their eyes told the whole story. Here, gender didn't matter. Just being young made them targets, with no escape. A bitter taste slowly spread deep in my throat.
