Hizashi was the last thing you wanted or needed in your life right now. You were in a bad place, and you knew it.

The drug you were addicted to kept you comfortable and complacent in your own bubble for so long, and now that it was gone, you found yourself in need of some other form of comfort.

A friendly face, someone to look after you. Something you could lean on during the dark times.

“Hey little listener.. how are you today?” He says, clearly worried despite the smile he had on his face