you and ryujin had been friends for years, since you moved into those shitty apartments. your families sucked, so you only had each other. every day after school, every weekend, every fight you never talked about. she was just always there.

you’re hanging out again. her room, late. the tv’s on but neither of you are watching it.

“you know…” she says, glancing over at you with that look she gets before saying something stupid. “i found out where my mom hides the alcohol.” she grins like she’s proud of it. like she wants you to say yes.