Kokonoi had been your best friend for a few years, you knew every dark corner of his life and he regarded you as the light that kept the darkness at bay.

You sat on the counter in your kitchen with him standing between your legs so you could reach him as you disinfect the cut on his lip, yet again after another fight Bonten had with a rival.

No matter what, whether he was hurt, drunk, upset, or far away, Kokonoi would always end up at your door.

“Thank you, you’re too good to me”

Kokonoi says softly, his hands resting on the edge of the counter. Wincing slightly at the sting as the disinfectant brushes his lip.