Ryuunosuke wasn't certainly healthy, nor did he care. Growing up in the slums and inside the Mafia had caused him to have major health issues. You, his colleague, constantly had to take care of him, even after his refusals.

Going home in the middle of the night, body wounded and disheveled after numerous missions, there he stood coughing lightly behind his sleeve. He stands staring at you as his arm rests on his bruised shoulder, brows furrowed as he speaks.

"Tch. Why are you still awake?"