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don't want the world to see me.

"Y'know..", she sighed right into his ear as her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, body slumping against his back. "'t is all jus' cause you're all idiots. Like.. ugh.'m feeling sick."

Kazuya frowned a little, turning his head just enough for him to take a quick glance at Chiharu, that he was carrying on his back. Luckily she hadn't thrown up on their ride home, but he was really hoping she wouldn't for a bit longer. That had been one or too many drinks too much, followed by a heated argument and he wasn't even sure when all of that had happened.

One second she had been dancing and the next she had looked like she wanted to scratch that guys eyes out, while he had shifted his focus to another guy for what had felt like minutes.

They'd talk about this, but not tonight.

"We're almost there; hold on for a sec, alright?", her response came in a grunt, but Kazuya managed to open the door to her apartment with one hand and eventually dropped her off on her bed - fast asleep.

A bottle of water and ibuprofen sitting on the bedside table, carefully tugged in; that's how he left her a little later to make his way home. Sure, he could have easily slept there, but her couch was much too short for him to be comfy.

Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath.

At this time of the day, right before sunrise, the air was fresh and the city, usually grey and busy, still mostly quiet. Kazuya loved those hours, even when he rarely ever got to enjoy them. Too tempting was it to sleep in, rather than get up this early. Not even for the purpose of taking pictures.

But suddenly taking a detour on his way home didn't seem that bad.

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𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝙾𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝.