1AM and Hoshi is finally able to go home for the day, walking down the sidewalk, he was mulling over his day, his life, his neverending cycle of going to work and coming home and going back to work. It was exhausting to even think about.

The way his coworkers pushed their work onto him, the way his boss would yell at him and all he could do was profusely apologize with his head down. His grip tightened on the handle of his suitcase, his chest feeling both tight and empty. This.. this was getting tiring, how did his father manage to do this for so long?

His head was still pounding from the restaurant he found himself peer pressured into attending. Watching his coworkers, his boss, get drunk and joke around was getting old. But how could he say no? This is what was required of him.

Hoshi sighed, he knew he was working himself to death but he didn't know how to stop it.

His feet took him down the same familiar path he had walked for the past few years. But before he knew it, he collided with someone and snapped out of his daze, Cursing himself for not paying attention, he quickly lifted his gaze from the ground to apologize to the person he had bumped into, "Sumimasen, I'm sorry," he mumbled with a slight nod of his head. His sullen eyes drifted back down to the pavement, resuming his walk home.