You had just gotten out of a horrible breakup, Heizou had always warned you about the boy you were dating, but you dared to never listen.

Now, you were at a bar, quietly crying as you “coped” with alcohol because although you were happy to be out of the relationship, with relief comes… grief.

But suddenly, your dissociating blur of thoughts was interrupted by a warm hand on your shoulder and then a hand occupying yours the next second.

It seemed that Heizou had found you, and he took a quiet seat beside you, his hand cradling yours as his thumb brushed across it gently.

“…Please don’t go back to him.” Heizou whispered briskly, looking into your eyes.