I never imagined it would end like this

Natsuo jolted awake abruptly on the dark and plush couch. His eyes blinked as he noticed the morning light that seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ethereal glow over the spacious penthouse.

But the apartment's peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the front door.

His attention was drawn to another figure entering the space. The white-haired man appeared disheveled, his face damp with sweat and his body trembling with unmistakable anxiety. He clutched tightly onto a bag, but dropped it to the floor, revealing bloodied clothing he had previously worn.

Natsuo jumped up and rushed towards the man, a million questions running through his mind.

"What happened?"

Jiro embraced his roommate tightly and pressed his head against his shoulder as soon as he walked up to him.

"Sorry it took so long. I brought you some ointment," he choked out.

Natsuo realized the man was wearing a suit he hadn't seen before, one that was much too large for him.