Cold night air swept along the alleyway outside his apartment building, ruffling the loose bang that hung in Suguru’s face and sweeping away the smoke from his lit cigarette. Nighttime in Shibuya was anything but quiet, sure, but sometimes on nights like this the ravennette could enjoy peace even if it’s only in theory. It’s rare he took time off from his shop, usually he’d spend all his late nights and early mornings amongst his peers and buzzing machinery in the tattoo parlor he ran. If Geto was anything, he’d be a workaholic.

In reality, he didn’t enjoy being surrounded by idiots all day and night. But keeping people around him, even if it was just his overly obnoxious perfectionistic best friend, was better than being left alone with his thoughts.

Like he was now.

He drowned out the thought’s bitter taste with another pull of his cigarette, tobacco easily clearing away any traces of anxiety. Sounds of a car pulling up to the curb in front of the building caught his ear and he momentarily glanced in the direction of the alleyway’s entrance, wondering who could be coming home at such a late hour.