A/N: Hi, guys! I am spoiling you guys lately! A new chapter for a different story Monday through Friday? You're welcome. :3 So, Dramatical Murder. Yes. I'm that kind of fangirl. I've watched the anime over and over and over again. I've seen the playthroughs and screenshots and I know what it's all about. Hell, it's sparked some naughty dreams…But when I recently watched the anime this last time around, (Backstory. I go about six months in between my viewings of Dramatical Murder and when I do, I spend an entire day binging it because why not?) I forgot how much Noiz's backstory hurt me. And in that moment, I knew I had to do a reader comfort fic for him. Now, this takes place a few years down the road after the anime. And I had to do something that, as a fangirl, is rather despicable. I won't tell you here because spoilers. If this one gets the nice amount of traffic, I may do one for my little baby Clear, too, after this. So! I'll shut up and you'll get reading. Sound good?

Work. Boring. Mundane. About as much fun as working at a small grocery store can be. It was my day off, but when I got the phone call saying that bitch Kyu called in with immobilizing cramps that just so happened to come on the day after her bachelorette party, who are they going to call? The one that isn't supposed to come in today, but will anyway because she's the boss's doormat, that everyone assumes doesn't have anything better to do.

I stood at my register, mindlessly scanning people's items, thinking about the long list of better things I had to do today. But no. I got to work on my day off. However, with the last customer of my shift, things started looking up.

This guy was really cute, even with all the hardware in his face. I tried to nonchalantly do a count of how many piercings this guy had without him realizing I was staring. After the death glare, I lost count at six. I went back to paying attention to his items. Dear God. Two gallons of rocky road and half a dozen frozen pizzas? Maybe he's having a party.

No. Going by the quick death glare and the look on his face that suggested he wanted to swan dive from a bridge, he was eating his feelings. I knew the feeling all too well, considering it was me just a couple weeks ago. After finding my neighbor under me on top of my boyfriend. This guy just got dumped.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Fine," he grumbled.

"Are you sure?" I worried, "I don't judge."

"I can't eat my feelings in peace?" he snapped.

"Forgive me if it's not my place.," I pointed out, "You look like you just lost your best friend."

"I did," he sighed, "My boyfriend broke up with me. I'd rather not talk about it with some random girl behind the counter."

"I'm sorry…" I kept my head down, "Mine just cheated on me a couple weeks ago. I understand what you're going through."

"What good is that going to do me?"

"I know how much it hurts," my heart broke, "And if you're going to eat your feelings, I suggest you try rice. It fills your stomach faster, so you don't overeat."

"I don't have a rice cooker," his expression lightened a bit. I genuinely felt bad for this guy. I did all I could to keep myself from jumping over the counter and giving him a hug. So, instead, I did the next best thing.

"Here," I took his receipt out of the printer and wrote my phone number down, "I have a rice cooker. If you want to eat your feelings and talk, give me a call."

"And if I don't?"

"You have my number for when you do," I smiled a little.

"Thank you," he looked away, "I could use some rice now…"

"I get off work in about ten minutes," I told, "My apartment's just down the street."

"Think you could use someone to walk you home?" he offered, "I'll wait."

"I'd love that," the butterflies stirred deep in the pit of my stomach, "Hold on. I never caught your name."

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

I handed him his receipt, "I'm Angel."

"Thank you, Angel," he took the paper from my hand and started walking out, "I'll be waiting."

"Wait a minute!" I squeaked, "You never told me your name!"

"It's Noiz," he waved behind him, walking out the door.

Noiz…His name was Noiz.

The next ten minute couldn't have gone by any slower. I wanted nothing more than to go back home, boot up my Netflix account, and binge crappy movies with Noiz. We didn't even have to talk. For whatever reason, I had already felt a connection with him in the short time we spoke. Maybe because we're both broken hearted and share the same method of dealing with it. Or maybe because I found him wickedly attractive.

No. At this point, all he needed was a friend, not a rebound. And I was going to be that friend. And who knows? Maybe we'll fix each other. I clocked out, grabbed my purse, and ran outside to find Noiz on the bench out front. I think I may have come off a little too eager because I made him jump.

"You ready?" he asked, approaching me slowly.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Let's go."

A/N: I'm sorry. I split Noiz and his boyfriend up. It hurts to split up the OTPs. But the question now…Who, oh, who is Noiz's ex-boyfriend? And as I'm writing this, the ideas happening are both ridiculous with a hint of heart wrenching. I'm excited for this story, you guys. Really and truly. I love my Dramatical Murder boys. I think of them as my own personal harem. And I'm glad I started writing this. To the people that are going to nitpick and bitch about the MC being a girl and Noiz appearing relatively interested, there's a thing called bisexuality. Think about Noiz's backstory. He never really got to explore his sexuality, so please be nice in the comments. Settle thine mammaries. I'll get you your yaoi later on in the story. This is only the first chapter. Also, why it's kind of short. I promise the next one will be longer. See you next chapter! xx