The fourth drabble, this time with Kamamoto. The reason why Chitose is tagged, by the way, is because his will be longer. Probably way longer. Also because his name shows up more often in the other drabbles than anyone else's name.

Some days, Kamamoto Rikio isn't quite sure if he'll ever be able to take a break. Trips to get snacks become something like a little respite from his busy, busy schedule of taking care of his family and trying to make sure Yata doesn't do too much damage whenever he's around and running errands for Kusanagi-san, whether it's obtaining more alcohol or combing through pages and pages of documents for information on a forming yakuza.

This week, however, has been remarkably bad, even for him. His grandfather is ill, which besides being an immense worry in and of itself, upsets his grandmother greatly, making her more irritable than usual. Yata and Fushimi clashed again last week, hard, and his best friend deals with this by practically throwing himself into fights and skateboarding at reckless speeds, sending Kamamoto running futilely after him in despair. To top if off, Kusanagi-san has asked him to look into the latest drug cartel activities of a growing annoyance to HOMRA.

He starts work on it at 6:30 PM, to the sounds of most of the others cheerfully leaving for home. By 9:30 PM, when he drops his face into his hands and rubs at sore, sore eyes, there are about 143 windows open on his laptop and growing piles of documents. Kusanagi is upstairs, attending to Anna - only Dewa remains in the bar with him, peering intently at his own open laptop.

Or not - Dewa looks up after five minutes of Kamamoto only being able to focus on how his grandmother will react if he heads for home any later than this, perhaps feeling the weight of the taller man's despair inherent in his blank stare.

"Kamamoto." He starts at his own name, almost upsetting his coffee onto his laptop.

"Y-yeah? What's up?" Oh no, please don't ask me to help, I'm sorry, I just can't handle anything right now -

"Go home." What.

"What do you mean, go home? I still have so much to do….wait, wait, hold on, what are you doing?!" Dewa ignores him, moving the pile furthest from Kamamoto to his own workspace first and then methodologically shifting the others closer to himself as well.

"Dewa -"

"Go home. Seriously. I'll need your laptop, though, so leave that here." The hat is pulled down a bit more as the other starts focusing on his work again.

"I can't just leave you to do all of this by yourself, it would take past midnight for the two of us to finish at earliest!" Dewa shoots him an irritated stare under the brim of the hat and practically cuddles the tumbler of coffee to his chest, "I'll manage. You need to do other things, don't you?"

Kamamoto hesitates. That's true enough, but….

"I don't have work tomorrow, so I'll sleep when I'm done. It's fine," the black-haired HOMRA member presses, hunching protectively over the paper piles. It takes a little more arguing, but his companion finally, finally relents, going for the door.

"Thanks, Dewa. I owe you one," Kamamoto grins tiredly, letting the door close quietly behind him.

He doesn't hear Dewa's soft rebuttal.

("That's just what family does.")

It's not easy being Kamamoto and Dewa will fight you for the paperwork on select occasions.

(also he totally had work the next day but coffee is a brilliant invention)