“Is this really how you like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery?” Tomura asked from beside you, his gaze trailing over the side of your face.

You chuckled at him, taking a sip of your glass of whiskey before you muttered, “If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town. Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns.”

He smirked softly, not taking any offence to your comment. He understood where you were coming from, if he was honest. Yet, he continued.

“But you would finally live a little. Finally laugh a little.” He urged softly, not wanting to catch anyone else’s attention but yours.

“Just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up— cure your aching. Take your walls and start breaking 'em down.”

He paused when your gaze met his, his own softening slightly as he shrugged and titled his head. “Now that's a deal that seems worth taking.”

He leaned back from you, picking up his down drink. He looked at you from the corner of his eye— his words calculated as he spoke and a small smirk on his face.

“But I guess I'll leave that up to you.”