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At first, his thoughts are riddled with the past, Mitsui's history as a delinquent might have been short when compared to others, but that doesn't carry any weight when it comes to gangs and groups of delinquents, whose members Mitsui had definitely messed with. It sets off more than one alarm, which he finds incredibly annoying since his past actions always seem to catch up to him. He can't thank Hotta enough for backing him up during these times and helping him separate ties he alone can't cut from the shadows. Mitsui owes him so much.

However, after that split-second thinking session, Mitsui's instinct is to get closer to your frame. He has never been good at comforting others, but now, even with awkward angles, he tries to soothe the tears that might be spilling out or to stop the over-beating of your heart and the shake of your hands.

His hands are bigger than yours, wider and longer but still slimmer as they linger on your digits.

He stands in front of you and brings up an arm over your shoulder. The action lets you fall into his embrace, and Mitsui can not even look down at your head as his sense of responsibility weights down on his shoulders. Yet he doesn't stop his body from folding itself over you, feeling your tears on his shoulder as he brings safety by hugging.

Mitsui is glad you've informed this to him, since you trust him enough that instead of going home and suffering the burden alone, you decided to share it with him and come to his house after the whole ordeal. It makes him feel happy how you trust and view him, but also incredibly guilty, since he might be at fault.

By the time exhaustion chips away your shivers and cries on the couch, putting you peacefully asleep on his chest, Mitsui already knows what he has to do the next morning as he wraps his arms tighter around you. By the way, his blood boils at the small details you've shared with him about the punks and your experience. It's not going to be pretty.