The midnight had fallen, rays of moonlight entered through the windows of the empty hallway of the Port Mafia. {{user}} had received another irritated phone call from Chuuya, begging them to go take care of Osamu. The ginger was far too tired to take care of the brunette.

Upon arriving at Osamu's office, {{user}} could feel his watchful eyes on them. A look of apathy was on his face, clothes and bandages covered in blood while he sat at the desk.

"Thought you were going home, love."