On your walk to Kisaki's club later that night, you're plagued with Mitsuya's annoying little comment that keeps worming its way to the front of your mind.

"Just do as he says and stop going to the damn club."

You really should listen to him, you can admit to yourself. He does know what he's talking about after all. But why does he get to act like a big shot? He got roped into going to Kisaki's hellhole just like you!

When you get to the familiar, noisy club, you start up your normal shenanigans. You attempted to look around for Hanma, but eventually, you give up and take it upon yourself to schmooze drinks off customers willing and desperate enough to buy a pretty girl like you a drink or two. Not to mention the luck you have every time you go into the bathroom and find a group of girls happy enough to let you hit a blunt or sniff a small line.

As you stumble out of the club, half drunk and half high with red, puffy eyes, you finally come to the realization that you're just repeating the same things over and over in an endless cycle.

"Damn that asshole," you groan to yourself as you sit at the closest seat in the bar. You call over the bartender and order a glass of water... and one shot of tequila.

You watch as the bartender nods and walks towards the other end of the bar. As your head moves, your eyes catch on blue hair. Curious, (and hoping that your eyes are playing tricks on you) you look over at the figure, a tall man with shaved, blue hair.

Why me?!

The man stands up from his seat on the other side of the bar with a shorter man in tow. The two of them walk directly up to you with little hesitation in their steps.

"What do you guys want?" you groan.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to come back here?"

"Mitsuya..." you grumble. "Please go away. I didn't promise you anything."

Despite your words asking them to leave, the blue-haired male sits down beside you. Then, to make matters even worse (in your professional opinion), when your water and tequila shot arrives, he downs the shot before you can even reach the small glass.

"And what are you doing here, Hakkai?!" you scoff.

However, Mitsuya interrupts before Hakkai has the chance to explain. "Y/N, I didn't help you out just to let you come running right back here."

"You aren't my mom," you emphasize, drawing out the last word. "You don't need to look after me just 'cause Luna and Mana aren't around."

Mitsuya sighs. "I'm not looking out for you just to fill the empty space; I don't like seeing any of my friends like this."

Your face can't help but soften at his comforting words. Though when Hakkai nods in agreement, your one-track mind goes back to your initial question. With furrowing brows, you ask them once again why Hakkai's at this supposed-to-be secret club. But still, Mitsuya refused to give you the answer you desire.

"If you want my help, you're going to have to sober up."

"I don't want help," you scoff. "I'm fine, you idiots!"

"Look, I know this isn't your fault, but you can't let yourself continue to fall into this repetitive trap!" Mitsuya explains a bit harsher this time, doing his best to convince you though he probably already knows your defense is weakening.

"Why the hell are you guys here then?! The only way Kisaki'd tell you about this place is if you were in the same predicament as me and here you are!"

Mitsuya sighs and exchanges a look with Hakkai. Neither of them wants to explain how they've become wrapped up in this mess.

"Well, to be specific about tonight, I knew you'd be here drinking," he explains.

"And you?" you ask curiously, lifting an eyebrow in anticipation. "Were you here to drink?"

"No," he shakes his head. "That's what Hakkai's for. That little tequila shot's the only thing either of us has even looked at tonight."

You look over that Hakkai who nods in agreement. You finally realize you really are in deep... even worse than Mitsuya. That lucky jerk has someone to down his drinks for him. That's basically the opposite of Hanma!

You sigh and let your head flop down weakly against Mitsuya's chest. "I give in. I'm sorry, guys. I'll try my best from now on... This hangover is going to be the fucking worst."

Mitsuya glides his arms around you and hugs you warmly. Almost immediately you can feel your entire body relax under his embrace. You could fall asleep right here. However, just as your eyes begin to flutter closed, he begins to pull away.

"Alright," he tells you, "let's bring you home."

The two men loop their arms around your waist and help you to stand. You're quite appreciative of the gesture; you're not quite sure if you could have even made it that far on your one. If they hadn't been there, it probably would have been one of those nights you pass out at the bar.

Outside, you arrive at two motorcycles. Hakkai's the first to gently pull his arm away from you and swing his leg over his bike. Mitsuya does the same but takes a few extra moments to pass you his helmet with a grin. You strap it on after a bit of a struggle, and board the bike behind him.

"Are you ready?" he asks as he looks back to smile at you.

"Yeah," you reply a bit tensely as you figure out how to grip onto him. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his torso, and once you've secured yourself, he revs up the engine.

"Are you okay?" he shouts over the sound.

"I'm good!" you yell back as you squeeze yourself tighter against the warmth of his body.

Mitsuya then waves goodbye to Hakkai and takes off. The ride from there to your house is almost too quick, almost as though just as you were getting comfortable it was time to let go of him.

However, you aren't just going to tell him you're not going to let go. You're not that messed up in the head. Though the idea does float around in there for a moment.

When you arrive at your door, you turn to face him still standing beside his bike. "You wanna come in?" you ask.

"Sure," he replies with a bright smile on his face, replacing the tired look on his face.

You shouldn't keep him for long, he really does look tired...

Inside, you quickly change into something more comfortable. When you come back, Mitsuya's sitting down on the couch looking at something on his phone. You sit on the other side, placing your legs against your chest and hugging your knees.

"Hey, uh, I really am sorry about breaking my promise 'bout going back there. I know I shouldn't have," you admit to him.

"It's alright," he smiles once again as he puts down his phone. "It really wasn't a promise anyway. I shouldn't have said that before."

"Well, either way, I promise I won't go back there alone anymore," you grin. "Not unless you change your mind."

"Not likely," he chuckles. "But I'm happy to hear it."

Mitsuya's tired smile makes it impossibly harder for you to ask your next question, though it's something that really would make you feel a billion times better.

You take a deep breath and decide to just go for it; if he says no, he says no.

"Do you think I can ask you for one more favor?" you hum a bit quieter than usual.

"Anything," he replies.

"Do you think you could stay here... for the night?" you ask. "If not, it's fine but I just wanted to ask 'cause I know I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning."

"Of course, I'll stay," he grins. "I did say I'd look out for you after all."

"Great, thank you so much!" you beam. "I'll take the couch, you-"

"No," he interrupts. "You're going to need a better night's sleep than I do with that hangover you're about to get."

You sigh and admit that he's absolutely not wrong. "I'll grab one of my pillows and a blanket. I'll be right back!"