I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying this fic- I've got one more chapter then I'm done. You guys will be the death of me... 3

When you fall in love, you fall harder than anyone can even imagine.

Or at least, that's what Dewa thinks. It's been three months since that attack, and he's just laying in bed at twelve in the morning- wondering why he just can't fall asleep. There he is, laying in bed and looking up at a blurry boring ceiling and wondering what the hell he's even doing. How stupid- he guesses that he just really can't fall asleep anymore.

Masaomi sits himself up and just as he goes to throw some slippers on- his cellphone rings. He's confused- what time is it now, like ten after twelve, as he grumbles his way to his own cell- answering it in a heartbeat.

"Hello?"

"Yo! You still awake Dewa?" Oh, a small smirk crossed the raven's face as he recognized that familiar tone.

"I couldn't sleep, what are you doing up Chitose?"

"Going to actually head to a new club- look I know Kusanagi-san told me not to go back out drinking since… of well… the last time- but this is celebratory! I got a job!" Well, this certainly was news indeed. It was worth celebrating thankfully- he's glad that Chitose isn't going on a drinking binge- and Dewa just seemed to hum a tune to himself.

"Congratulations, which job was it?"

"I'm just gonna work as a waiter for some new restaurant- pay's kinda shitty but hell, I can help Homra with bills now." The idea of a such a giving person warms Dewa's heart again as he sets himself up for failure. Although, he's interrupted from his self-pity when Chitose practically screams into the phone.

"Come out with us!"

And how can he deny him?

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After taking just a bit longer to find something to wear, Dewa arrives. The maroon hat is on his head, helping his short but wispy hair frame his face. He's wearing a collared shirt in a pastel red colour, with his signature brown leather jacket. His pants are of black colour, a bit skinnier than what he normally wears but maybe he's dressing to impress. Well, at least the bar Chitose picked out wasn't as sketchy as the last one he was in.

When he opened the doors, he blinked as he immediately noticed Bandou and Shouhei surrounding Chitose, laughing about something. With a sigh, Dewa made his way over, lightly pushing at his best friend- who just seemed to grin and hug onto him briefly, causing Dewa to stiffen up entirely. "Whoa man, why so tense?! C'mon, we're celebrating." Dewa just nods and receives a handshake from both Shouhei and Bandou- they know he's tentative about personal space.

Their night started late but it really picked up- Bandou and Shouhei stayed off mostly to the side, it was Chitose who did most of the drinking, but Dewa made sure he was eating too. It was definitely, definitely a fun night until some women approached. Being heterosexual (well, Dewa assumed) life partners, Bandou and Shouhei just kept their conversations short with them before said women immediately moved onto Chitose and Dewa. His brunette friend was immediately around the two of them- there's a brunette and a redhead , and he was just content with watching until he noticed one of them- the one with her cellphone out- staring at him.

Their eyes met for a second, and Dewa blinked- confused at first. Why was she staring at him? He offered her a shrug and a smile, and she shrugged Chitose's arm off her. Of course he looked confused, but he noticed her sauntering over to his own best friend- so he winked at him as he continued to chat with the other woman.

It took Dewa a second to see her eyes, and he dropped his drink.

Immediately, he recognizes her and Chitose looks really worried at first. Before he can do anything, the young woman has sent a text message and Dewa's gone- running out of the bar. Chitose blinks, glancing back to Bandou and Shouhei- who give him the same look. Roughly, the brunette immediately pushes the girl off- chasing after the redhead and Dewa. What was this?!

How the hell did she know he was here?! Is what Dewa wants to know as he's running, running as fast as he can- trying to avoid this demonic woman. Was she that hellbent on sleeping with him?! Or wait- maybe it had something to do with Homra? Goddammit- why did this have to happen?!

Dewa's still wondering that when suddenly something grabs him by his left arm and tugs, hard, pulling the twenty three year old into a small crevice between two buildings. A hand goes over his mouth as the woman runs by, soon to be followed the three members of Homra. Immediately, he's pulled to one side and he struggles because there is no way in hell he's being kidnapped tonight. A true battle of strength ensures, Dewa is trying to kick at the other while his kidnapper is using force to try and drag him back.

With a successful kick to the others crotch, he makes a break for it. Once out of the too small alleyway- he starts chasing after his own Homra members and prays that they're not hurt. The last thing he'd want is for them to be hurt, or dead because of his rash actions. His legs carry him as best he can, and just as he rounds a corner something swings out- a large piece of wood.

He barely dodges.

Suddenly his hat is up in the air, and using the speed and momentum he already had going for him is used to retaliate. He swings his body left, slamming his fist right into the others breastbone. The raven-haired man watches him crumble before he turns around, catching his hat with his right hand. So, they had just been looking for him? How cute.

"Did you guys miss me?" He asks, no playful tone in his serious voice as some of the men just scoffed. "We decided you could be of use to us." One seemed to say, causing Dewa to just chuckle lightly.

"You had your chance." He stated, letting the bright flames engulf the area, pushing the four people who dared to fight him back. They already knew what he capable of- they had seen his fighting style so it was almost like they were prepared in a sense. That just made Dewa laugh, made him want to beat their faces in.

Another fight ensures, a shorter one too, as Dewa easily tosses his bowler hat into the air, easily twisting and moving his body in a way where he can land hits on two different people. He's fighting two against one, an easy fight to win- but when a third jumps in he does his best to keep up his agility.

Suddenly, one of his arms are grabbed- for some reason the fire doesn't burn them- as his left arm is twisted to the point where it could have easily snapped, causing Dewa to stumble in pain. Soon enough, his other arm was grabbed and there he was, kicked onto his knees by the third person. How humiliating.

His aura burned as bright as it could, but something seemed to hit him straight in the stomach and the light was extinguished like a candle.