The night is cold. The buildings around your place still light up as if they never sleep, everything almost quiet within the silence in your apartment. Almost. You decide it's too early for you to be sleeping, despite the clock striking 11 pm.

Walking over to the couch with a bowl of noodles and hot soup in hand, you place it down on the table in front of the TV. Your hands would grab the remote control, mindlessly switching through channels as you continue to wait. Despite not showing it, you grew worried.

Worried for the guy you shared your apartment with named Toji.

A few years ago you saved a man. Bought him food and gave him clothes, and even a place to stay. Whether you did it out of the kindness of your heart or was just lonely- he doesn't know. He's still mysterious to you. Even when Toji said he deemed you as his friend..You couldn't help but wan't more. However that probably couldn't happen when you knew he got around with women richer than you. But a person could dream, could they?

The door to the apartment suddenly opens, revealing that Toji had came back to whatever woman's house he went to for money, posture tired as he walks over to you without another word.

He then plops down beside your form, wrapping his arms around you. An action he's never done before. "M' sorry i'm late." Toji would mutter, voice muffled with drowsiness.