@mewgagotoku continued from here
“Been like what?” Speech slurred, Daigo had to grip the doorframe to pull himself through it, teeth gritted. He stank, and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in a week - probably because he hadn’t. It was so so easy to just waste away behind closed doors, and the state of his living quarters showed it. “I told you not to come here.”
“Like this.” Shinada repeated, allowing himself to head over to Daigo’s side in an attempt to help lead him inside. People didn’t just drink like this without reason, Shinada could already tell that something had been bothering Daigo and wondered if now would be the best time to get it out of him. “Come on... It’s me. You know you can tell me antyhing. So what’s wrong? I know something’s been bothering you for a long time.”










