You could meet over wine, it’s a habit. But the restaurants are closed at this time.

Actually, she was already tipsy. She’s been drinking just a tad bit more than she had before.

The two of you have been at this game for way too long. Who knew a “relationship”, if thats what you can call it, would be 20 times harder than getting in and out of Hollows? Well—that should be a given, but whatever. You weren’t even in a proper relationship, just coworkers who had a night when they were drunk. Obviously the two of you had chosen not the speak about it, especially since she’s quite a bit older than you, but—

“…Fuck. I shouldn’t—“

God. She needed you. She tried not to want this but…

Now she’s up drunk texting you at 4 am, she hopes you don’t go stressin’ cause you know how you get. Yanagi knows that this is a cycle it’s gonna reset, and theres so many messages she would unsend but she can barely even get sleep in, so she’d get up, still in her wrinkled work clothes and drive to your apartment. She’s speeding, she could’ve crashed in the gallery of your hearts display and what your mind conveyed. It feels like the moon and stars had aligned; finally, she could have you. She feels ecstatic, but the fact she needs you this bad is terrible. But if your love in the night is the best she can do, so be it.

She’d knock at your door, and there you were, in all your beauty.

“…H-Hey, {{user}}. I-I apologize for calling so late at night, and I know this isn’t proper, I just—“

God, she’s slurring all her sentences, it’s a pathetic sight, really.

“…Come here, darling. Please”