It's been a while since the day you've last seen Mitsuya. That was the day Emma and Yuzuha publically announced their engagements. And without Mitsuya, unfortunately, you begin to fall into a bit of a rut. Sure you attend your Toman meetings and do your Treasuring job like you're supposed to, but the rest of the time you mope around your home eating or drinking and passing out on the couch.

But at least you haven't gone back to Kisaki and Hanma...

Today you sit down on your sofa with a bottle of unopened sake that you're prepared to pour out when you pull out your phone and scroll through dozens of unopened messages you'd sent to Mitsuya. The guy hasn't been to any meetings and won't answer any of your calls or texts. You've begun to get worried.

You think back to the first time you saw him at the club. You had sat with him at the bar and asked him why he was there, but he had totally ignored you. You then think back to his reaction towards Yuzuha and her new fiancée. He had acted almost exactly like you had when you saw Emma and Draken.

And then, as abruptly as your mouth drops to the floor, it hits you. Holy shit, Mitsuya has a thing for Yuzuha!

You jump up from your couch and change into something a bit more presentable than how you looked just a moment ago. You run right past the unopened bottle of sake again on your way out of your home and grab your helmet before shutting the door loudly behind you.

You throw your leg over the other side of your bike and take off down the street before any of your neighbors can yell at you for all the commotion.

You stop with a screech right outside the crappy-looking entrance of the club. You then pull off your helmet, grab your keys, and head towards the entrance where you're immediately let in. You were a regular just a short while ago, after all.

As you enter, your usual 'friends' try to full you towards the bathroom to get high. It's difficult but you pull away and allow yourself to get lost in the crowd. However, you're soon pulled towards the bar by another group looking to get drunk.

This time you give in and allow yourself to order a shot. The group goes wild and orders alongside you, but when you call over the bartender your body freezes up. Towards the far end, you finally spot the familiar, droopy-eyed male you had come here to meet, to begin with.

You break away with the horrible excuse that you'll be right back which only serves to work since your 'friends' had already begun drinking. Just as you're about to reach an arm out to Mitsuya, your wrist is grabbed and you're pulled towards a nearby wall.

The person lifts up your chin with their hand and roughly cups your cheek to get a better look at you. They release a wicked grin as they glance about your features.

"My, you're a pretty girl. What's your name?"

As they speak, your eyes meet theirs. The person before you is a man with red eyes and wild-looking black hair.

"None of your damn business!" you remark before stomping on his foot and attempting to pull away from him.

However, the man doesn't flinch and instead tightens his grip on you. You're completely shocked and attempt to wiggle free still, despite knowing it's quite useless.

Behind you, though you don't see it yet, Mitsuya gets up from his sorry state at the bar and approaches you and the man grabbing onto you.

"Mind getting your hand off of her?" he asks.

"I'm sorry, and what business of this is yours?" the man with red eyes glares down through a pair of reflecting glasses. "This your girl?"

"She's my friend you ignorant asshole," Mitsuya groans before tightening his fist to punch the man dead in the stomach. However, for whatever reason, it feels like a punch to your gut, too.

Finally, the man loosens his grip on you just enough so that you're able to escape your position between him and the wall. Mitsuya then holds his hand onto you and quickly tugs you right behind him.

"Are we done now or do you need to take this outside?" Mitsuya asks.

"Whatever," he scoffs. "She isn't worth all that trouble."

Once more, Mitsuya's hand tightens and he swings once more, punching the guy square in the nose and sending him flying back against the wall to which you had previously been pinned.

"What an asshole," Mitsuya groans as he shakes his hand.

"Hey, it's time to go," you tell him gently as your hand lands on his shoulder. "Come on."

"Yeah," he agrees as he drops his arm heavily around your shoulders, "but I think this time I'm gonna need the help."

"You're such a damn hypocrite, you know that?" you tease as you slide your arm around his waist. "You talked so big 'bout not coming back here but here we are," you then sigh as you begin to guide him across the club.

"Can you spare me the lecture," he sighs as his head gently presses against yours. "I'm gonna throw up if you do."

"Such a baby," you chuckle. "Alright, it can wait."

When you get outside, Mitsuya stumbles to get on your bike. You place your hands on either of his shoulders and steady him as you guide him down on the back of your bike.

"You alright?" you ask, to which he nods. "Okay, well, there's no throwing up on the ride. If you need to puke, say something so I can pull over."

"Yeah, that's fair," he agrees.

As you sit down in front of him, you offer him your helmet. He only groans and insists that you wear it. You attempt to reason with him, explaining that if he can't balance himself he could fall off. But still, he doesn't listen. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and holds onto you tightly.

"That better?" he asks.

"Sure," you smile, ignoring the chills that had just gone down your spine at his touch. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," he grumbles just as his head flops down heavily on your shoulder.

At the sound of his single word of assurance, you take off down the same roads you had used to get to the club and it's not too long until you arrive back at your house.

"Alright, we're here," you tell Mitsuya as you pull off your helmet.

You feel his head lift from your shoulder and he looks around almost as if he doesn't even recognize where he is. His hands slowly pull back from their spot on your waist and he looks over at you with confusion.

"Why're we here?"

"You're in worse shape than I am tonight, for once, so it's my turn to return the favor!" you tell him as you dismount your motorcycle.

You hold out your hand for him and guide him into your house using the same method you had to get him out of the club. You bring him to your bed, not letting him protest about it at all, and sit him down. You then quickly leave for a moment and return with a warm hand towel, some medicine, and a glass of water.

"You should at least try some of these to feel a bit better," you say as you place the items down and fix your pillows to allow him to sit back.

"Jesus, Y/N," he grumbles as he leans back, "your bed sucks."

"Sorry about that," you smile tensely as you hand him a few pills and the glass of water. "Hopefully you can fall asleep quickly."

Mitsuya nods and pops the pills into his mouth, downing them with the water. You then take the water back, place it beside the bed, and pick up the towel which you rest over his forehead.

"Thanks," he mutters as his eyes begin to close. "I really appreciate this, Y/N. I promise I'll explain everything in the morning..."