After heading back to his apartment from the bar early in the morning, he trudged into his room and collapsed onto the bed. His room was small, no necessities of life was seen. He was only able to afford small bags of candy and bottles of water with how much alcohol he consumed.

"...'m s-so t-tired...." He murmured, when all of a sudden, the poor boy begun coughing violently. "G-g-god...I-I...c-c-ca-can't e'en b-breathe...I-I'm-m-m-m g-gonna..../hic-hic/ d-die...'m-m-m s-so s-s-sca-scared...."

"..'m-m g-gonna die..." He rushed out of the bed and stumbled to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down, as he wheezed.

"...t-th-tha w-wos close....m-maybe Oshi-san'll let me s-stay at 'i-is house fer awhile." Mika let out a soft, drunken cry, knowing the chances of that are low.

And with that, he went back to his room and slumped back down onto the bed until his shift which is in one hour.

"....I shoulda jus' died..." His mismatched eyes dropped as he rolled of the bed, falling off with a soft thud. "...fuck this...fuck ma life..."