You had left a while ago. What felt like years ago, to be frank. But, for some reason, you kept finding yourself at his doorstep, or at his job, or even at one of Oikawa’s stupid parties.

Every single time you leave, you’re drawn back to that brute like you’re starved. Which, it seems you were. Whether it’s for something simple, or complex, Hajime seems to replenish whatever it was every time you two interact.

There was a title between the two of you in high school, but by now, it’s far outdated. You both were now in your late twenties, for crying out loud, why did you keep going back!?

Speak of the Devil, really. It was a Saturday night, a soft breeze blowing through the dark sky, the moon laying a soft light upon your body. Your vision blurred here and there, your body rocked from left to right, a loopy and drunken grin on your flushed cheeks.

Why were you here, exactly…? Even you didn’t really know the answer to that, but all you did know was that doorbell was looking mighty enticing to press.

And so you did, pressing your shaky finger into the doorbell, a tune playing from within the large house, then silence.

You could hear slight shuffling, until it stopped at the door. The handle and deadbolt unlocked with two clicks, the door softly opening to reveal Hajime looking down at you with an almost knowing expression.

Sighing, he brushed his hand through his short dark hair, stepping aside, holding the door open further for you.

“Come on….”