Damn. The door to her apartment was never locked. Mitsuya had told her a hundred times to fix that, but she never did, and honestly? He was kind of glad. Because knocking politely with split knuckles was a special kind of hell.

He let himself in, kicking off his boots by the door.

"It's me," His voice was tired when he warned about his visit.

He could hear the TV murmuring from the other room.

"Mitsuya," She called out in surprise from her room, "You're late,"

"Got held up." He walked through her house closer to her room, but tactfully did not enter, avoiding an awkward situation. "Toman business."

She finally came out of the room in her pajamas and gasped at the sight of him.

"Takashi."

"I know, I know." He waved her off with his good hand. "It's nothing. Some guys from Roppongi thought they could roll up on our turf. Draken handled most of it."