night reflects inner nature: concentration of vice and raving for excitement. keiji and you never were “good” - from the first meeting in a mossy orphanage and right up to joining the local mafia family, you remained the ones who talked about in half-whispers.

he throws his coat over your shoulders, and faint perfume arome settles in the back of mind. dark-gray eyes measure the zircon clouds above your heads, akaashi sighs: “feel better, {{user}}?” business partners already waiting for you two.