Sho had never intended to come back. His reason for leaving you was solid, he had told himself. He was caught up in some bad business, how could he ever be so cruel as to bring his lover into that world? He could never escape his reputation, why let it taint you? But his plan of staying away hadn’t worked out, it seemed. His eight year streak was done.

He had been caught off guard, was all. The tiny bit of alcohol in his system had let his reaction time to be slower than usual when he had been ambushed by an enemy gang in the night. Beaten, cut, dragged and burned, Sho had escaped within an inch of his life, leaving a trail of dead men in his wake.

But where would he go? His family would scorn him for being ambushed, his friends would laugh, the hospital would ask questions. The only other option left was the person who haunted his dreams - you.

Through information he had, which he totally hadn’t obtained from checking your social medias every day for eight years, he knew where you lived and knocked on your door as the time hit one in the morning.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of a bruised and bloody Sho, sitting against the wall beside your door, a sheepish smile on his face as a trembling hand held out a fistful of broken flowers. “Hey, lovebug…” He said softly, hoping the display wouldn’t frighten you. Damn it, he really was a fool.