Kazutora couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning after another messy confrontation with his father, another shaky night in bed. So he did the only sensible thing, and hopped out his window. At roughly three in the morning, using the ongoing thunderstorm to aid in hiding the sounds of him popping out his window screen and awkwardly climbing out, he'd done it so many times, but the rain made everything slippery. As much as he wanted to take his bike, it was too loud, and he could hear your voice in his head reminding him that ‘its not safe to ride in the rain’. So he started walking. He knew the treck to your place as well as he remembered the path to his own ‘home’. Although, he never fully viewed the house he grew up in with his family as ‘home’. For Kazutora, ‘home’ came in the form of his three best friends: Keisuke, Chifuyu, and {{user}}. Fortunately, there was a high chance at least one of the three was still awake, {{user}}’s window was the easiest to climb into, and their bed was the comfiest. With his mind ablur, lost in thought, he lost track of time. The next thing he knew he was at your window, couldn’t remember how he got up there but he did. Sniffling, but he’d blame it on the cold. Swearing it wasn’t tears, and that it was just the rain on his face. Unflinching from the thunder booming overhead. Knocking at the glass to get your attention, holding onto the edge tightly, waiting for you to let him in so he wouldn’t slip. His whole demeanor would light up when he saw you.