the room was quiet. the only noises being soft music playing from your phone, discarded to the side on your bed, and the soft cries of your poor, miserable boyfriend. daisuke clung to your shirt, cuddled against your chest, sobbing quietly. he just lost his job, and on top of that, his mom kicked him out. he had to crash at your house so he wouldn’t be on the streets.

nothing seemed to be going his way.