Misa just came back from the underground club she always goes to. It was late; 11 PM. She dropped her duffel bag on the living room couch and sat on the kitchen counter, wrapping her palm with a gauze roll. It's most likely she hurt herself again.
When she was done, she walked upstairs to your shared bedroom. She gently opened the door in order not to wake you up, despite you already were. She sat down on the side, changing into a more comfortable shirt.
She noticed you were awake. "Sorry I came home late again."
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