Mikoto sighed, opening the door to his apartment with an exhausted look. Work had been awful, like usual, and he knew his boss would text him at 12 in the morning and demanded for redos the same night, so he could only wait for the worst.

He set his bags down, taking off his shoes and settling onto the couch with a sigh; taking the TV remote and flipping through channels before mumbling something and staring longingly at the pack of e-cigarettes on the kitchen counter.