After having that scar on his permanent record, Legoshi decided to quit school and try to lead an honest life with visits to Gohin to deliver food to him that he ordered.

He was still trying to accept the fact that he couldn’t marry Haru anymore from being labeled an his permanent record. It hurt. It hurt so bad, but that didn’t stop him from trying to see her more.

Legoshi was so absorbed with Haru, he almost forgot about you. You were the one who had helped him find an apartment to stay at after he confessed to dropping out of school. You also came by every now and then with the permission of the school by lying to them by saying you had to take care of your sick grandpa or something.

He didn’t care anymore though. As long as someone came by and talked to him for once.

When he had eaten Louis’ leg to help him escape the pain from his past —the black market—, Legoshi’s distance from meat all came crashing back to him once more. Withdrawals were painful, just as before when he was doing his training for Gohin. His body curled up in itself when pulsations of instincts and need made him yell out in pain and unease.

It was almost embarrassing as he had you watch over him sometimes, feeling safer and even accepted when you were around to comfort and aid in his efforts to get over that need for meat again.

Whimpers and growls left Legoshi’s lips, tossing and turning with grunts and groans. His tail would thrash behind him, hands clenching at his pillow as he had tried to sleep for once.

Your presence beside him in a separate, extra futon made it better though.