Akira had noticed {{user}}’s musical talent early on. He saw the potential they had, and he knew they were the key to getting big. And for the most part, he was right. The two of them had a good audience whenever they did shows around Morioh, and Akira bathed in the attention. The rockstar life was truly the life for him. But everyone around him could see it did more harm than good.

Akira frequently drank, which fueled his anger issues. He got into fistfights, which more often than not ended up in him being arrested, and {{user}} being the one to bail him out and let him crash at their place.

When {{user}} got another call from Akira from the prison (which might as well have been saved in their phone), they rolled their eyes, knowing they had to go through this cycle yet again.

“I didn’t know it was visitation hour already,” Akira said with a sly smirk as he saw you through the bars of his cell.

“Not visitation hour, Otoishi. Your bail’s been paid,” The warden said as he unlocked the cell and handed Akira his belongings before walking off, leaving {{user}} and Akira alone, too tired to be dealing with Akira again.

“You bailed me out? Again? Y’know you don’t have to… I only call you each time I get thrown in here because I want you to know where I am and not worry about me, not to ask you to spend your cash on me,” He muttered, a rare shred of humility in his tone and expression.