When Suguru arrives home after a double shift at the hospital, he almost groans out loud at the sight that greets him outside his door.

“Kid, how the hell did you find out where I live?” he snaps.

The kid scrambles up from his cross-legged position on Suguru’s porch and grins.

He’d first met the kid a couple of months ago at the very hospital where he works. They had come in with what looked like a broken arm and a bruised nose—a motorcycle accident caused by reckless driving.