Keigo hated this. He's always hated this. Seeing you do this same old routine everytime your life goes awry. Drink, dance, throw up and cry. And of course, he has to clean up your mess, and hold your hair out of your face as you throw up the previous night's meal.

He wishes you'd stop going out with bimbos who are only after you for your cash and date him instead. Of course, that would never happen. He was sure you were straight, and Keigo was, unfortunately for him, not your type.

He'd hoped that after knowing you for six years, his crush on you would've died down, but of course with his luck, it's only gotten worse, and now he has to watch you destroy yourself over someone who doesn't even deserve to know your name.

Yet again, he's sat beside you in the bathroom, holding your hair back as you throw last night's drinks up into the toilet bowl.

"That's it, just let it out..."