A/N: Yep. I've posted this on Tumblr before. Disclaimer? BH6 ain't mine.
He had just gotten out of rehab when he found out about the fire. It was an accident, they say. He believed it was an accident, and didn't pry much about it. Instead he sat and brooded in his apartment, that his aunt feared he would go back to his heroin again. And she got him a sober companion.
She entered the apartment in a rainy day, in fact, there was a torrentous downpour outside, but the first thing she does when she enters his place is, not take her muddy high heeled shoes, but pull him in, and snap a photo of them together. He was stunned. What kind of person does that? But he watches as she uploads the photo on Instagram and takes off her shoes.
She was wearing yellow. Bright yellow. Yellow headband, clothes, shoes, and bag. Only her glasses and her lipstick were a different color: they were pink. Her blonde hair fell down halfway down her back. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement—even her tanned body was radiating with that vibe. She had the biggest smile on her face.
"You must be Hiro Hamada," Her 'r' on his name when she said it made him realize she wasn't a native speaker of the English language. She leaned over to kiss him on both cheeks. He was taken aback the second time around. "I'm your sober companion. Honey Lemon."
"Honey Lemon?" he asked confusedly. Honey made sense. There were people who named their children Honey. But Lemon?
"O-oh… It's just a nickname," she shrugged.
He wondered why his aunt would even give him a sober companion—he definitely didn't need one. He's fine. And he definitely didn't want a very bright person called Honey Lemon to be dragged into his… stuff.
"I'm Aiko Miyazaki. But call me Honey Lemon. That's what everyone calls me."
"But Aunt Cass! I don't need a sober companion!" As if he would just go back to heroin when he just came back from rehab. "I'm fine." He said the words solidly into the phone, because he's fine! He is.
"Young man, it's either that or me and Mochi moving in with you." Their cat, Mochi, meowed in the background, as if agreeing with Aunt Cass.
He sighed. "Fine."
"Fine what?"
"Fine. I'm letting her stay."
But when he looked up at the calendar, he took a red marker and marked the date his 'sober companion' would leave him. As he does so, a faint singing of a lively Mexican pop song can be heard from the bathroom.