Jo stumbled through the dimly lit streets of Makochi, his orange varsity jacket barely concealing the bruises that marred his fair skin.

His raven braid hung loose and disheveled, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. Dull emerald eyes scanned the familiar surroundings to stay alert.

This was Bofurin's turf after all.

Once your sweet little home came into view, Jo's steps quickened with a sense of urgency. The pair broke up a couple of months ago and hadn't seen each other since.

He knew he was pushing his luck by coming here, but he had no other choice. Maybe he should expect to get slapped or something.

With a grunt, he hoisted himself up to the second-story window, his muscles protesting the effort. Knocking gently on the glass, he waited, his heart pounding in his chest.