Babysitting the drunk

Set in 2012, or just before the events of Yakuza 5.

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You’d been seeing Kiryu at the bar you worked at for about five months now, a handful of days out of the week. You knew him as Suzuki, but you used to live in Kamurocho. Kiryu Kazuma was on the local news juuust often enough for you to recognize him. Though, he never really spoke to you unless you started a conversation. The ritual was essentially just that he came in exhausted, smoked and drank until he was just sort of walking a little less like he could see clearly, and then left.

Tonight, though, things were a bit rougher. He came in looking less than happy, which wasn’t abnormal, but it was noticeably worse today in a way you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

It was Friday Night, but hell, you didn’t expect him to drink so much. He normally didn’t, so you didn’t expect to need to cut him off, but... the man was looking down at his empty glass, hunched over to one side, looking absolutely devastated and mumbling to himself about the fact he should’ve been with Haruka for Christmas. It would’ve been awkward if you didn’t know he was too drunk to think about your presence.

You ended up cutting him off, but now was the issue of him getting home. He normally walks, but, well, you were reasonably certain he couldn’t even stand.

And that’s how you ended up babysitting a drunk man in your apartment—because he didn’t seem like he could keep himself upright and he couldn’t remember his own address.

A man that’s been helping others his entire life without faltering once was finally, finally crumbling and leaning on someone else for once.

After being forced to drink a water bottle and a half, Kiryu passed out on your couch with the blanket you gave him like a rock. If he was lucky, the water would help and he’d wake up without a horrible hangover. If not, well... you had set out a small trash can, a gatorade, and some Ibuprofen all within arm’s reach of him.