The following morning when you woke up in Mitsuya's house- more specifically his bed- you dashed out of there as quickly as possible. It would have been too embarrassing to let him see you the morning after a horrible night with a raging headache and makeup smeared across your face. Not that it wasn't embarrassing enough that he already got to see you like that already... What if he tells the others about what's going on with you? Mikey will be beyond pissed to see you aren't sober anymore.

Fuck! I hope I never see Mitsuya again!

You flop down onto your bed when you reach home at about four in the morning feeling sorry for yourself. You groan as your body sinks into the bed that's not as soft as the one you were previously sleeping on and serves to piss your off even further.

I should have taken his damn bed with me! Maybe if I do see him again I can beat him up and take his bed. Good plan...

But just as your eyes start to close softly as you think about your fool-proof plan, they shoot open again.

But if I did that, I'll get in just as much trouble with Mikey. Besides, Mitsuya is my friend. I can't do him dirty like that...

This time your eyes close and you fall fast asleep. It's hours later when you're woken to your phone ringing. You lazily lift it from its place in your hand- you hadn't even bothered to put it down before passing out- and check the contact: Hanma. Wiping the drool from your mouth and collecting your voice together, you answer the phone.

Hanma's probably wondering where the hell I am.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" his voice booms through the speakers quite loudly.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," you sigh.

"I know you're fine, Y/N. I saw you leave with Mitsuya last night. Didn't think he'd dump you somewhere unpleasant," he scoffs. "You really shouldn't go sleeping around with Toman members, though. It might get back to Mikey and I'm sure you'd hate that."

"Shut up, Hanma! It wasn't like that! What did you even call me for?"

"Whatever," he sighs. "Get your ass down here. Kisaki's meeting with someone important he wants to introduce to you. Besides, my dealer just stopped by," he adds at the end to coax you into going.

You know it's a trap, but still, you give in. "Fine. I'll be there in a bit."

"Hanma, what's going on?" you ask as you approach him by the bar.

"Not much," he sighs. "You're lucky, the visitor hasn't arrived yet."

You groan, a bit upset that you rushed just to be early. "Man, I got here so quick all for nothing."

Hanma shakes his head and walks you towards a round booth. He ushers you to sit down before leaving only to return a moment later with two drinks. He then takes a seat beside you and passes one of the drinks to you. With a sigh, you accept it.

"To a successful night," he toasts, his small, typical smirk growing across his lips as he speaks.

"Yeah, whatever," you reply hastily, more interested in downing the drink than listening to him talk.

As you continue to then wait for Kisaki, you spend your time with Hanma. It's not something unusual- you typically spend most of your time with him anyway when you're at the club. He isn't the worst company. And he does spot you a bunch of drugs and alcohol which, to you, is pretty nice.

Throughout the evening, Hanma goes back and forth buying drinks for you and doing a few lines of coke as per your request.

"Hey, Shuji, got any weed?" you ask him.

"Huh?" he questions, looking up from whatever was so important on his phone that it had him totally distracted. "Yeah, I do, but we gotta go."

"What? Now? Can't Kisaki wait a little bit?" you whine. "I'm having fun..."

"Me too, babe, but he's already waiting," Hanma explains as he slides out of the booth.

He then extends out his arm to you, waiting for you to take it. And you do, after a moment of pouting, allowing him to then sling his arm around you and lecture you quietly.

"You shouldn't pout like that," he drawls. "You've got such a beautiful smile."

"Spare me the flattery," you scoff. "I can see right through it."

He sighs at the unfortunate rejection. "What a shame a pretty girl like you can't take a compliment."

You roll your eyes but continue to allow him to guide you up the stairs, stopping only once you're right outside of the meeting room where Kisaki waits with his mystery guest.

Hanma gently places his finger under your chin and lifts your face up to his. A charming smile blossoms on his face as he looks down softly upon you. "You really are quite gorgeous, Y/N. I'd love to kiss you..."

You're a bit shocked, but the cold chill running down your spine keeps you from falling into his bewitching charms. He is admittedly attractive... Why does he have to play like this? It isn't fair! Well, maybe one kiss wouldn't be the end of the world...

Just as you're about to respond- perhaps with an answer you might grow to regret- a flash of movement behind him distracts you. You squint your eyes in that direction, but don't see anything. You can't anyway; your vision is definitely messed up.

"Alright, well, you're missing out," he hums, smirking now as he lets go of your chin and opens the door. "Don't worry, I can get that kiss another time," he adds in a whisper as the two of you walk inside. You nudge him in the ribs, playfully shaking your head.

You then move away from Hanma, stepping towards Kisaki who introduces you to his guest.

"Y/N, my friend here is from the Otsuda gang," Kisaki begins.

You smile politely as you look over at the Otsuda member. The guy is pretty cute with that charming smile almost as hypnotic as Hanma's... and God, those piercing eyes!

Kisaki then pulls out a chair for you and ushers you to sit beside him.

"So what was it you needed me for?" you ask, cutting right to the chase as you had a tendency to do. Besides, you'd rather be out smoking a bowl, doing a line, or downing a drink with Hanma.

Kisaki sighs sadly. "Unfortunately, Y/N, Toman owes the Otsuda gang a bit of money so it's just a formality but I need you to sign off on it. Okay?"

"What?" you protest with what little bit of sense you have left. "Why isn't Mikey here then?"

"Mikey doesn't know of this place, remember?" Kisaki whispers to you. "Besides, he asked me to take care of this with you anyway, so there's no need for him to be here."

You look down at the sketchy document on the table before you. You can hardly make much meaning of it, but the symbol for one million yen catches your eye.

"One million yen?" you squeak.

"I'm sorry," Kisaki chuckles awkwardly, apologizing to the Otsuda man as he places a hand on your head. "I think my Treasurer might have drunk a bit too much tonight."

With that, Kisaki places his free hand over yours and signs an "X" at the bottom of the document. When he stabs you with the tip of the pen, as he's done before, you yelp in pain and jump.

"Calm down," he groans to his teeth, digging his fingers into your head deeper.

"I don't think this is right..." you mumble.

"Don't be rude, Y/N!" he snaps. "If we don't do this, we'll be in big trouble with the Otsudas. Let's just do this and get it over with!"

You give in and let Kisaki continue. You didn't have much fighting strength left anyway to continue arguing. When he then finally lets go of his annoying grip on you, he stands up and shakes the Otsuda representative's hand.

The Otsuda then turns to you. "Thank you, Y/N, for your cooperation. I'm sure this couldn't have been easy for you, but I promise to help you out in whatever needs you may have. Only say the word."

"Yeah, whatever," you groan, full well knowing it's an empty promise.

Hanma pats your shoulder, signaling for you to get up and leave with him. You don't need to be told twice, absolutely ecstatic to get out of that situation.

As you descend from the staircase, you hear a commotion from the clubroom. You hear a man shout for someone to slow down and another yelling out an apology. You and Hanma look over the railing, peering down, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hey, Hanma?" you call as you look over at him, having the strange urge to ask a question you've never asked of him before. "Is there any way you could give me a ride home?"

"Oh? Mitsuya set the expectations a bit high for date night, did he?" he teases.

You scoff. "If you don't want to give me a ride I can just walk."

"No, no, it's fine," he smiles. "I'll bring you home."

A bit shocked, you nod and thank him for his generosity. "Thanks. Just don't pull anything stupid, okay?"

"As you wish."