After that night you passed out in a complete stranger's arms, Hanma assured you that he'd found you and brought you back him. His story did check out, too. The next morning you had woken up with a pounding headache in your head and your body still clothed in your outfit from the previous night. But at least you were in the comfort of your own home.

Now it's been about a month since you started partying at Wisteria. Despite saying each night that you would never go back while you are half-drunk, you still go. Kisaki doesn't mind the company, you were great for business. Customers loved partying with you.

But soon, you begin to realize that your energy isn't the only reason he's glad you show up. He's let you into his little secret about meetings he holds on the upper level of the club and even invites you in with him. Though every time he has, you've been black-out drunk and don't remember a single thing that he talks about with these VIP clients.

"Yo, Y/N, here ya go!" Hanma smiles as he holds out a fizzing, purple drink to you.

You think nothing of the odd color as you down the whole thing in one big chug. He nods as he watches you place the empty glass down onto the table before you. His hand then reaches low on your back, lowering even further until he's squarely grabbing onto your ass.

He pulls you close to him as he walks you through the club and up the stairs towards the second floor. There, he calls out to Kisaki who turns around and smiles when he sees you.

"Ah, Y/N! How're you feeling?" he asks gently.

"Good," you grin as you take his hand in yours.

Kisaki hums and introduces you to the stranger beside him. Together, the four of you then walk into a small meeting room. Kisaki pulls out the seat beside him, ushering you to sit just like you always do when you're allowed in the meetings.

"So, Y/N, as I've said, this is a friend of mine," Kisaki begins again.

You smile politely as the stranger unbashfully checks you out.

"Why is this so formal then?" you ask, a bit confused due to a spinning head that you try not to let be too obvious to the others.

"I was hoping that he could borrow a portion of Toman's budget," Kisaki explains.

"What?! Why would I do that?! Mikey and Draken will kill me if I made a decision like that without them! Takemitchy and Mitsuya... Everyone else!" you squeak. "No way!"

"Calm down, Y/N," Kisaki says casually. "You don't need to worry about all of that. I'll cover for you."

"Okay... well what does he need the money for?" you ask as you look over at the stranger who's still checking you out. You look away from him quickly, a bit embarrassed that he's still staring.

Kisaki lets out a deep breath. "He got too deep into drugs. He really needs to go to rehab to correct himself," he admits. "If he doesn't go, who knows what'll happen to him."

"What 'bout your mon-" you begin before Hanma leans over your side and pushes your hair away from your ear.

"You could really save this guy's life if you help," he whispers. "Did you say you struggled with addiction before meeting Mikey? Y/N, you're the only one who can help him because you're the treasurer. You're in charge of the budget and money."

Chills run down your back as his cool breath hits the lobe of your ear. As your frozen in dizzying confusion, Hanma passes an official-looking paper over to Kisaki. He then reaches down in front of you and holds a pen before you.

You look down at the document that Kisaki places on the table before you. You stare down at it, attempting to read it though it blurs more and more as you focus on the print way too small for you to be able to read.

"All you have to do is sign this so the poor guy can get some help, Y/N," Hanma coaxes you.

You reach to take the pen out of Hanma's hand but miss the small object. Your eyebrows knit together as one pen turns to two and two turns into three.

"I don't think I can sign," you grumble as Hanma pushes the writing utensil into your hand.

"Do you want to sign it?" Kisaki's voice hums smoothly against your other ear.

"Mhm," you respond as you attempt to search for the signature line towards the bottom of the page.

In a flash, Kisaki's hand folds over yours and helps you write what looks like an 'X' at the bottom of the document. Immediately after, the pen is ripped from your hand. There's then a sting on the pad of your thumb; a warm, wet sensation. Your thumb is pressed against the paper firmly, creating a red print below.

When Kisaki lets go of you, you lean back into your chair. You look up, watching the ceiling spin around above you. Hanma then appears in your vision, standing upside down behind you. You see him smile down at you as your eyes begin to close.

"Goodnight, sleeping beauty," he hums as your vision blurs and fades to black.

When you come to, you're back downstairs at the bar with a full drink in your hand.

"Bartender," you call out across the bar you're sitting at. "How long have I been sitting here?"

"All night, Miss," he replies politely.

Confused, you nod and thank him. You then turn the barstool around, hoping to find a familiar face. However, Kisaki, Hanma, and the stranger are nowhere to be seen. Just then, another voice calls out to the bartender from the other end of the bar. A familiar voice that catches your ear and plagues your mind. You've heard that voice before... But from where?

At the other side of the bar sits a somewhat familiar-looking man. You squint your eyes, but you just can't tell who it is. The man orders his drink calmly and then turns his head to face you directly. You quickly look away, feeling awkward that he caught you staring at him.

"What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?" the man groans.

Your body tenses up. It immediately strikes you once he says your name. Mitsuya!?

You look back over at the familiar man. "Hey," you chuckle awkwardly. "What're you doing here, Mitsuya?"

I thought nobody else in Toman knew about this place...

Mitsuya picks up his drink and walks over to sit beside you. "Did Hanma and Kisaki bring you here?" he asks.

"Yeah," you admit, looking down into your own half-empty drink, "but I thought it was supposed to be a secret."

"That's what they told me, too," he nods. "So don't tell anyone I'm here, alright?"

"Sure, but you still didn't answer why you're here."

Mitsuya shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink. "It's really not important. I only started coming recently, anyways. It's not a bad place to hang out."

"I think I've been here for about a month," you admit. "Maybe longer..."

The Toman captain shakes his head in what seems to be disappointment, and takes another swig of his drink before dumping the rest of it out onto the floor. You stare at him completely shocked as he gently places the empty glass onto the bar table.

"Uh... Mitsuya. You okay?"

"We should get out of here," he interrupts.

Your brain is spinning a million miles a second as you attempt to figure out what the hell is going on. At this point, you're way past confused.

"Come on, Y/N, let's go. I'm not letting you stay here any longer tonight," he tells you as he stands up and places his hand on your shoulder. "I'm not messing around. Get up."