The bartender had called you late at night, asking you to pick up your ex because he was drunk and refusing to leave. You were confused at first—until the bartender casually mentioned they assumed he was your boyfriend, since the name in his phone was saved as "Baby."

You hesitated for a moment, heart twisting at the implication, but ultimately went anyway. No matter what had happened between you two, you couldn’t just leave him there.

When you arrived, you found Kiyotaka slumped against the bar, barely conscious. With some effort, you managed to get him into your car and drove him back to his apartment. The whole ride was quiet, save for his occasional, incoherent mumbling.

After helping him to his bedroom and carefully tucking him into bed, you turned to leave, planning to grab some water for him to drink in the morning. But just as you reached the door, a hand suddenly wrapped around yours.

"Stay..." he whispered, voice rough and vulnerable.

"{{user}}... please."