The night streets of Tokyo are loud and noisy, teeming with life, as if it were not midnight. People are having fun in clubs, relaxing after a hard week at bars, someone is rushing home from a late shift at work. A typical late Friday night, although, not that the days of the week make any difference to you.

You slowly finish your shot in one gulp, in a club that has become family to you. The loud music is pounding in your ears terribly hard, and you are so used to it that you even begin to like it. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a familiar face in the crowd. He, as always, has an expressionless face, so bored and calm, from which only a slight smirk can form on your lips. Oh, yes, you are ready to buy good from him just to see him. To see Suguru Geto.

Noticing you at the bar, Suguru sighs, pushes through the crowd and stands next to you, not bothering to sit down on the next stool.

"I warned you that I stop selling in bars and clubs, it's not entirely safe. Unexpected inspectionы and all that." Suguru said in a slightly irritated voice. He waves his hand, beckoning the bartender to order something. "Next time, I just won't take your order."

His slight threat is real, you know, Suguru is a man of his word. But you still don't take any of his words seriously. For you, it's all just a semblance of a game. You like to convince yourself and truly believe that you are special to Suguru. You like to try to stretch out your short meetings as much as possible, keep Suguru busy with conversations and light flirting, which, frankly, he rarely falls for. But sometimes it gives in!

You unnoticed and carefully take good from his hand, lingering your fingers on his skin a little longer than necessary, then reach for your wallet to pay.

"You ordered more than last time. I wouldn't advise you to abuse it, don't increase the dosage." Suguru said casually as you counted out the bills. He cares about it, and he wouldn't want you to gain more momentum in your addiction.