The nights after games were usually the worst. You had been unlucky this night, having barely scraped by a high ranking diamonds game, suffering some pretty nasty looking wounds.

And so began the painful ritual of haphazard first-aid, cleaning new and old wounds alike, adding to the growing collection of cuts and scars on your body.

Until, the door to your hotel room opened, and chishiya walked in, sitting on the bed beside you. "You're too stubborn." He chastised. " You could ask me for help. I'd begrudgingly abide.” He sighs, slightly annoyed.