You were walking through the dark streets of Yokohama after an ugly fight with your father, the cold wind of the night hit your fragile skin and your chest was tight with the emotions you were keeping, ready to explode. It didn’t take long for you to get to your boyfriend’s house, facing chuuya’s door and hit delicately before being opened in a few seconds.

“..Osamu.”

He looked at your face slightly stained with blood, the eye patch on and clothes, immediately understanding what happened.