Despite being known as a madman, a psychopath, or, by many, a rabid dog, Shion... behaved normally when he was around you. Perhaps it was because you weren't a problem for him. He didn't see you as inferior, superior, or a problem. You were an equal to him, and he admired you.

But you hated every time he arrived bleeding, every time he dripped onto your door, his hands covered in blood and a tired smile on his face.

"Could you be less rude?" Shion whispered, closing his eyes in pain as you stuffed a cotton ball into his wounded cheek.

It had been Tenjiku's fight with Toman; he managed to escape before the police caught him... but even so, what good would it do if you made him go through all the torture of alcohol?