How... How did this happen? Mitsuya doesn't even remember. He remembers that he got into a fight while defending Tokyo Manji's honor. He was alone, and there were about ten attackers... Now he lies here, in a dark alley, on garbage bags. He definitely felt the blood on his face and how his limbs were raw. He couldn't even muster the strength to stand up. Takashi, what a loser you are...

The bright light of a flashlight hit his face. Mitsuya covered himself with his hand in surprise.

Hey, hey! Please be careful! I already have a headache...