Prompt: Len does underage drinking (wine), becomes drunk as hell, calls Kaito and/or Rin but doesn't realize Kaito/Rin's mom is on the end of the phone, patiently listening as Len digs his own grave.

Pairing: Kaito/Len, Len/Rin, Kaito/Len/Rin (set in the same verse as as well as you know me).

Requested by: UntitledReader.

Before all of this, Miku had been totally willing to drink with Len up on the roof from the flask of booze they'd snuck from their mom's room. His sister had willingly gotten drunk with him, talked about the world with him, rambled about mindless, stupid things with him; and sometimes Luka would join them, monitoring their behavior and ensuring Len didn't fall off the roof (again).

Before all of this, they had been closer than Len thought possible, the three of them, but along the lines of high school, something had changed, and now things were different. Now, Len sat alone on the roof, the flask cool in his hands, the wind even cooler against his skin.

Alone, because Luka was sick, and because Miku had finally gotten the guts to ask Meiko out, and because at some point, when he hadn't been paying attention, he had begun to prefer solitude over company. Getting wasted wasn't as fun by himself, but he could admit it wouldn't be much fun crammed in between Miku and Meiko's making out and Luka sneezing on the back of his head every two minutes either.

So he enjoyed the bliss of being alone while he could, cradling his knees against his chest and flicking leaves absentmindedly off of the tiles scraping at his legs. A light rain had started, dusting the world around him in a layer of damp discomfort, staining the asphalt black. But either Len didn't notice or didn't care, as he stayed in place, stationary, the flask tight in his grip.

He'd finished the contents off a while ago, leaving him groggy and disoriented to the point he'd almost slipped off the roof twice amid muttering to himself. Without anything remaining to drink the ever-present loneliness away, he witnessed it returning, bubbling inside of him like some kind of manifesting disease distorting his mentality.

For a moment, as he leaned against the panels of the roof, shoulder blades writhing against jutting branches loose from a storm from days ago, he had the brilliant idea of calling Miku; he'd call her, tell her it was an emergency (which he had frequently), disrupt her date with Meiko, and drag her all the way home so that she could drink with him and tell him how stupid he was being over his feelings and his sexuality and— literally everything else, while she was at it.

But he considered himself to be a decent enough brother to not do that, and considered instead calling Luka, not that that was much better since she was likely asleep or vomiting. In the end, Len dug out his phone anyway and stared at his contacts, blinking warily, not sure what he was trying to accomplish.

Phone raised above his face, squinting up at it with dollops of rain straining against his eyelashes, Len could hardly make out what it was he was reading as he read it. Most of what he could make out were emojis, and one name that had what kind of looked like six hearts before and after it, and—

"Oh," Len muttered, tapping it and dragging his phone closer to his line of vision. "Rin."

Rin, who he hadn't talked to in over a week after he'd gone and half-confessed to her in a minor fit of terror, then dodged every time she approached him in the hallway, probably to apologize for something she hadn't even done. She'd called him at least thirty times, texted him quadruple that, and yet he'd deleted all of her messages without even reading them.

He had his reasons for it, the biggest being he was embarrassed. The second being that the other half of the confession was supposed to Shion Kaito, not that he'd told Rin that part. Not that he'd even really told himself that part.

It was an entire scheme of confusing, mentally-exhausting things, because yes, okay, sure, Len liked Rin— who didn't? —and obviously he wanted to be with her, but— but —on the other hand, there was Kaito, that charming idiot who he wanted to be with an equal amount; which all, eventually, tied together into the fact that he wanted to be with both of them. At the same time.

Leading to the fact he was miserably, horribly embarrassed by it. The thought of explaining it to Rin (and Kaito, if he was feeling risky) actually drove him past the brink of fear and into absolute raging anxiety, as if it physically hurt. There was no doubt in his mind they'd reject him (Rin's texts and calls had to be rejections, they had to!), and he'd lose not only two of his best friends, but also a piece of himself because God, why was he so good at messing things up?

If his self-deprecating mind couldn't deal with thoughts of being rejected, then how the hell would he deal with being rejected in reality? And what would he do after Rin and Kaito wriggled out of his life and hooked up just to spite him? He could see it now; Shion Rin, happily married, three kids, unfairly pretty with stupidly blue eyes.

It was about the moment Len envisioned that he pitched to the left and puked off the side of his house into the garden. The rain had picked up heavily. He was soaked, clothes sticking to his skin, hair loose from its ponytail and matted to his skull. He frowned, trying to remember how long he'd been out here, and came up empty-handed. Sitting up, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stared at his phone, discarded by his thigh, and released a displeased grunt.

He picked his phone up, jammed it into his dripping wet jeans pocket, and crawled his way across the roof toward his open window; he clambered inside, collapsed on the floor, and didn't bother getting up until his skin broke out in hives and he was forced to change. It took him ten minutes to pick an outfit and another five to actually put it on.

Then, still heavily intoxicated, he flopped onto his bed, the flask tucked safely in the shoe box in his closet, feet stuffed beneath him, and removed his phone from its confines yet again. He hiccuped, dialed Rin's number (finally), and rolled lazily onto his shoulder as he waited for her to answer.

It was a pity call, if nothing else. Pity for himself more than pity for her, because he felt stupid about confessing and felt stupid for feeling stupid, so naturally, something had to be done, whether he was drunk and depressed or not. He waited, tracing patterns onto his flannel sheets, fighting back a vehement migraine.

Rin picked up on the third ring, and Len immediately breathed out in a rush, "Oh my God, Rin. Holy shit, I'm sorry, for— for ignoring you and, uh. I'm a big moron, I know, I really screwed things up when I said that and all, though, didn't I? It was really dumb, I'm— embarrassed? I mean, we're friends and friends, like. Friends don't— well, at least, we don't— do we? Are were those kinda friends? Like, you know, uh— what d'you call 'em again?"

Len blinked, trying to catch up to his train of thought. It was going a hundred miles per minute, and he was stumbling to keep it reigned in. "Wh-whatever, that's— not what's important, it's, um. You know how I, like, said I— said I liked you, but— kinda liked another person too and, uh, it was— probably really weird, but I'm really weird, you've gotta be used to it at this rate." He gave a humorless laugh and flopped onto his back.

"This is— weird beyond, like, my usual weird? You're gonna be freaked out, and I really, really don't want you to be— please don't be, 'cause, like, whether— whether or not you reciprocate or not I— I don't really care, I just— I just want to talk about it with someone who isn't fucking Miku of all people, she's so lovey dovey all the time now it's like she forgot how to help me and I'm— uh, hang on, wait. Shit, what was I saying again?"

The line was quiet, and Len could imagine Rin sitting cross-legged in her room in her fluffy green pajama bottoms and a tank top, seething beyond all belief but being patient in that quiet, subtle way of hers, and somehow Len maintained a delicate smile as he draped his arm over his eyes and tried desperately to find the right words to continue.

"Look," he said, and his slurring became diligently evident afterward, "it s'like I can't just be with you, n' I can't just be with Kaito either, y'know? I— can't just pick one n' be like, 'Wow, this is great, I'll spend my life with them now,' or— or whatever the fuck, I dunno, it's— s'more like I want to be with both of you? Always? At the same time, and— like, see movies with you two n' hold hands with you in public and have it— like, be thought of as normal n' not— not have it be weird, which it is, isn't it?" He sniffed, his face growing humiliatingly hot. "It's really fucking weird.

"It makes me think, like— am I just interested in polyamorous relationships? Can I only do polyamorous relationships, am I that fucked up because of, like, Miku and Luka that I just always, always need to be surrounded by two people? Like, the fuck, Len. What the fuck."

He inhaled sharply, dragging his palm across his face to soothe himself. He persisted against the sting of his eyes vigorously. "I don't have nearly half the friggin' guts to tell Kaito that I have to tell you, it's just— stupid, it feels so wrong n' conflicting. How the hell does Miku figure this shit out so quickly, how— how'd she jus'like wake up one day n' get all content with her sexuality? The fuck, Rin, why do I have to be so different all the time?"

There was a long pause in which Len registered faint breathing from Rin's line as well as the dampness of his cheeks that he quickly scrubbed away, all vulnerability and weakness brushed neatly under the rug. It seemed Rin was formulating something to say, or wondering whether or not she should hang up. Len could see where both were coming from.

"Len," said a voice that was definitely, by no means possible Rin's, "you're not different for feeling this. You're not weird. This sort of stuff is natural to feel, especially at your age."

Len jerked upright so quickly he might as well have given himself whiplash. He felt more sober than he had in a long time just hearing these words, eyes blown wide and senses registering to the realization of how relieved he was that it hadn't been Rin who had heard him say this.

"Lily?" he blurted, and suddenly he wasn't too relieved at all, because what was Rin's mom doing with her cellphone, why would she answer it and why, why, would she stand by to listen to Len's rambling nonsense (why would she care)?

"Oh my God," he continued, scrambling off his bed and toward the doorway of his bedroom. He slumped uselessly against the threshold, heading pounding, his temples willing to explode from the sudden rush of nervous terror that had spiked hard in his chest, crawling up his throat, bursting in his nerves. This was a mistake; admitting this, saying this, feeling this. A mistake, down to the every last drop. "Don't tell Rin," Len begged, glancing foolishly down the corridor as if at any moment Miku would come dashing up the stairs to comfort him.

He was so childish, stuck in his junior high self's body, trapped ad nauseam in the same cycle of thoughts, expectant for things to never change. For him and Miku and Luka to go back to the first day they met together, in the playground, when they were so carefree and they didn't have to worry about feelings or sexualities or anxiety or their parents divorcing.

Len pushed his forehead into the hard surface of the doorframe when Lily said softly, "Len, honey, are you— have you been drinking?" A pause. "You called the home phone."

And he chose that exact moment to end the call, thumb jamming painfully into the end call button, just to ensure it was over, just to play it safe. Then, fumbling, sinking to his ass with tears wetting his cheeks out of pure embarrassment (mostly for drinking; this was about where it got him every single time), he dialed for Miku's contact, shoved his phone to his ear. As per usual, she picked up on the second ring, asking, "Yo, li'l bro. What's up?"

"Miku," Len said, mustering up as much composure as he could, "I just fucked up real bad."

He could hear wood scraping against the floor, and a muffled apology. Her voice, however, back on the line was as clear as day.

"I'm on my way."

.

Len was in the kitchen with his head jammed in his arms, repressing the urge to cry for a fourth time, when Miku kicked down the front door, grocery bags dangling from off her arms, expression concerned but steeled.

"Who hurt you?" she demanded, slamming the grocery bags on the aisle countertop and throwing herself abruptly into chair beside Len, legs tossed backwards around the splat.

"Me," Len said, his voice contorted by where his mouth met his shirt. "I did."

"I'm sure you didn't," Miku said, "because I'm also just as sure you wouldn't interrupt my date over you being a dork about your feelings." When he twisted awkwardly in his seat with no response, Miku sighed and flicked his bangs. "Len," she groaned, "I'm kidding."

Len shook his head. "And I'm not," he said, waving a hand flippantly in the air before letting it sag languidly onto the table, palm upturned toward the ceiling. "I— I might've gotten drunk. And told Rin something really bad. And it may have actually turned out to be Lily instead of Rin. I may have told Lily I want to be in a polyamorous relationship with her daughter and her daughter's childhood best friend who actually kind of lives with them, but, you know. It's cool. No, really, it's fine."

Miku blinked once, twice. Her expression was deliriously baffled. "You didn't," she said, evenly and cautiously but with absolute bewilderment. "Len, you moron, why!"

"I didn't mean to!" Len said, sitting upright and gesturing between him and Miku to prove some kind of a point. "I was drunk! I still am! And I'm scared and nervous and dumb because Lily's going to tell Rin and Rin's going to tell Kaito and my only option will be to throw myself out a window so these feelings stop punching me in the face!"

"Oh, Christ, Len, don't joke about that," Miku said, whapping him roughly on the shoulder.

"Which part?" Len scoffed, rubbing at his shoulder. "The throwing myself out a window part or the my feelings are punching me in the friggin' face part?"

Miku sighed, slumping her cheek in the cusp of her palm. "Li'l bro—"

"I'm only an hour younger than you," Len retorted.

Miku sighed again, louder this time, lolling dramatically out of her seat and over to the grocery bags sprawled all across the countertop. "If we're going to get through this, we're going to need ice cream," she said, and plopped a pint of Ben and Jerry's right in front of Len, smacking a spoon beside it.

He glared at her as he popped off the cap and dug the spoon straight through the ice cream, not eating it, just twirling it around idly until his sister again seated herself beside him with her own. "So," she said, taking a bite and quirking a brow, "you've mentioned the 'I like two people dynamic' before but— never the, ah. Polyamorous part."

Len frowned, digging his spoon deeper into his ice cream. "I figured that part out, like, a week ago. I felt like shit about what I was feeling, you weren't here to help me, and so I Googled it. And found it. And thought, huh, well, that's damn accurate."

"So now Lily knows," Miku said, flipping a pigtail out of her face. Len nodded meekly. Miku shrugged, continuing, "Alright, yeah. So what? So what if she tells Rin and Rin tells Kaito? Aren't they supposed to be your best friends? They'll understand you and remain by your side no matter what you say or feel. Like—" Miku flicked her spoon toward Len's forehead as he slunk lower in his seat, accusatory. "Remember when I kind of liked Luka? And confessed, but she said no because she wasn't interested in relationships, but thanked me for my honesty? Remember?"

"I remember," Len grumbled through a mouthful of ice cream.

Miku grinned and nudged him, a sparkle to her teal eyes. "And where do Luka and I stand now, huh? Right where we originally did. Nothing's changed. Nothing—"

"Nothing's changed?" Len echoed in discontent. "You're joking. Miku, everything's changed. Everything keeps changing and it's a literal shithole."

"What are you talking about?" Miku asked, regarding him with total innocence, blind to the matter at hand.

"Maybe nothing's changed for you, but it's been changing a helluva lot for me," Len muttered, pushing his ice cream aside and dropping his chin onto his knuckles. "The bond you, Luka and I had when were kids isn't even there anymore. You know? Luka's always studying, you're always— going out with girls and I'm just— here, I've always been here, I can't leave. Mom and Dad are such jerks these days, our relationship is severed, and I'm a weirdo that has no idea who he is."

Len turned, cheek pressed to his sleeve as he stared up at Miku's worried demeanor with something akin to frustration. "I feel like shit," he said, "all the time. Every minute of every damn day. You say nothing's changed but look at us, Miku. You've changed, I've changed. We've changed. All of this has changed, you— you don't even drink with me anymore. It's lonely. And it's not going to stop being lonely. It's not going to magically fix itself."

"But," Miku said, resting her hand atop his head, "you want it to, huh?"

"More than anything else," Len muttered and his gaze fell to the floor, to the flour littering the ground because of their dad's inability to cook. He closed his eyes and pretended he was in outer space, just for a heartbeat, surrounded by nothing but the stars and galactic emptiness.

After a beat, Miku stood up, tousled Len's hair, and said, "Call Rin."

Len glanced up at her, scrunching his nose in distaste. "Why?" he asked. "To embarrass myself even more?"

"No, dummy." Miku mused. "Lily's a good mom. I don't think she'd spill your guts to Rin for you when you can do it yourself." Taking a step back, Miku hopped up onto the aisle counter, swinging her legs and cocking her head. "She'd want you to do the honest thing. I want you to do the honest thing, too. Stop trying to hide this from yourself. If it's what you want, who you are, then go for it."

"But—"

"No but's," Miku interrupted, waggling a finger at him. "Li'l bro, you're gonna have to take chances in life. Mess up, screw up. Get over it. And it's not as if you know what either Rin or Kaito are going to say. They might not reject you. You're assuming. Don't do that."

Silence. Len squirmed in his seat, head down, and Miku puffed out a short breath from her nose. "Alright, well, I'm going to go upstairs and incessantly apologize to Meiko for ditching for your sake. Might go to Luka's after with some soup. Wanna come?" she asked.

Len shrugged. "Maybe," he replied.

Miku sympathetically stared at him from the stairwell, then muttered incoherently and ascended the steps to her room. Meanwhile, Len remained where he was, chewing away at the skin around his fingernails. Eventually, he pulled his phone from his pocket, shaking, and glanced around skeptically. Then he punched in for Rin's number— her cell number, this time —and waited.

"Len!" she cried on the first ring, hopeful and delighted. Probably in those green pajama bottoms and a tank top. The pink one, with the blue zebra stripes. Definitely that one. "I've been waiting for you to call me for a week, geez. Are— you okay? My mom said you called the home phone really panicked…"

Len scratched at the nape of his neck, clicking his tongue in procrastination. "She didn't say what it was about?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, ah. No. No, she didn't, um. Should she have?"

"No. God, no, I'm glad she didn't. Um. Yeah, it's. Do you— do you think you and Kaito could meet me at the diner tomorrow afternoon?"

"Of course," Rin said, and for good measure, she repeated it: "Yes, duh, of course. But everything's— everything's okay, right?"

Len bit his lip, contemplating. "I think so," he said. "I mean. It will be. I hope."

"Lenny, you're making me nervous."

"Honey," Len sighed, "you've got a big storm coming."

Miku came bounding down the stairs about a minute later, just as Len was in the middle of saying his goodbye's. He hung up, turned to Miku. She beamed at him, all teeth, bright and white and gleaming.

"You did it?" she asked. Her outfit had evolved from a pretty black dress to baggy sweatpants, three sweatshirts, one tied around her waist, and her hair wrapped into a messy bun. Len liked this Miku a lot better than the other Miku.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess."

"You coming to Luka's?"

"Obviously," Len said, and Miku laughed as she pulled him out the door.

.

The diner was crowded, packed full of other people, and there Len sat, across from Rin and Kaito, tapping his foot nervously, playing with the straw of his soda, mildly wishing it was wine instead and he was drunk beyond belief so that this conversation would be easier to have.

He must have been being too quiet, because Kaito leaned over the table to tug at his ponytail, dragging him into the painful grip of reality once more. He swallowed the lump gathering in his throat, smiling awkwardly at Kaito when he said, "You still all there?"

"Yeah, uh." Len reached to adjust his hair, giving up and eventually letting it rest in a tangled mess at his shoulders. He set the elastic aside, drummed his fingers, tried to think up an excuse. He took in a shuddering breath, lifting his gaze, and said, "So, there's something I've been, uh— wanting to talk to the two of you about." He traced the rim of his glass with the tip of his finger, keeping himself concentrated, pushing away the still lingering aftermath of a hangover. "I've been thinking about it for a really long time."

"Okay," Rin said slowly, picking at the fries resting in the tin in between them. Her blonde brows were pulled together suspiciously but she didn't urge anything further from him.

"I've— had this kind of...attraction, lately," he started, trying not to watch as Rin's face gently reddened, enough for it to be noticeable but not prominent. Kaito gaped, pushing stray locks of cobalt blue hair from his face. Len choked on another breath and jerked his gaze downward. "It's, like, an attraction— to...to both...of you."

He winced the moment the words were out of his mouth, expecting the worst, rage and hatred and fries being thrown at him, Coke dumped over his head. Expected Rin gasping and slapping him in disgust, expected Kaito scooping her up, proposing to her right then and there.

It didn't happen. They only stared at him, open and pliant (and understanding, they understood), fidgeting, but not nervously. Only curiously. As if they wanted to listen, wanted to help. And Len thought, not for the first time, that Miku had been right. She was always right. Don't assume. Never assume the worst, nor the best. Don't do it.

"Not in a way where...it's a love triangle type deal or— whatever, but—" Len grit his teeth, dragging his fingernails over his forehead. "It's— in the sense where I— I want...I want to be with both of you. At the same time. And— and do the things normal couples do. Us three."

There was quiet. Panic erupted in Len's chest, awaiting that rejection, at any minute. But it didn't come, and somehow that was worse, the way they looked at him, blank and uncertain. Len twitched, muttering, "Okay, okay, this is weird, I know, I just," and making a move to leave, to escape the tension. Suddenly, Rin caught his wrist, squeezing reassuringly. When he met her gaze, it was tender. Soft. Kaito's was no different.

"Hang on," Rin said, and Len did. He relaxed into his seat, letting Rin rub at his knuckles (and Kaito, too, eventually, enjoying the peace of it). His breaths evened out, the dread of rejection subsiding into something like lulling hope.

It was Kaito who asked sweetly, "You want to invest in a polyamorous relationship?" He hesitated, and a smile quirked the corners of his lips. "With us?"

"Yeah," Len whispered, watching their fingers move along his wrist, his knuckles, his fingers. "Yeah, I really do." (God, he did.)

Kaito and Rin exchanged a glance, this connection transcending through them that Len had experienced with Luka so often growing up. His heart swelled to bursting, his body going alight with a fervent urgency for a response and an answer; a confirmation. And it came, it did, when Kaito and Rin looked at him again, that light glistening in their eyes that had Len on the verge of crying like a whiny baby all over again.

"I think we'd like to try that," Rin said. She extended a hand to tuck some of Len's hair behind his ear. The touch left him burning, made worse when Kaito mussed his bangs and stared dreamily at him from where he was still leaning away from his seat, as if this was all some kind of a fantasy.

"I could share him," Kaito teased, flicking Rin's forehead, and she laughed and elbowed him playfully in the ribs. And for a moment, a heart-splitting, mind-awakening moment, Len saw a future that wasn't consumed in guilt for everything he was. He saw a future blissful and warm, tucked in between Kaito and Rin, watching cheesy rom coms late into the night, drinking tea, perfectly aware of his existence and what it meant to him.

He saw a future with meaning to it. With purpose. And he kind of felt dizzy with love he'd never experienced before.

That had more worth to him than anything.

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On their first official date, Len showed up— as requested —at Rin's house in the best clothes he could find in his limited wardrobe, a white button-up and sweater vest with khakis, hair neat and brushed and tied up, and flowers that Miku, sobbing her eyes out with happiness, had helped him to pick out. They were roses, which originally was what he was going to pick in the first place, but Miku had insisted on this bouquet, only his one.

He knocked on the door, buzzing with anticipation. He spent the next moment rocking back and forth on his heels, staring at the stars and thinking about outer space, emptiness, that void that was being filled, bit by bit by bit.

The door swung upon, and in the doorway was not Rin, not Kaito, but Lily, and she grinned at him with such passion that Len nearly swooned into the bushes. "Uh," he said, tugging on his collar with a finger to prevent himself from suffocating on all the things he wanted to say, "hi?"

"Nice to see you, Len," Lily said, pursing her lips. The creases of her eyes exposed her banter blatantly. Len gripped the bouquet tighter. "You look absolutely lovely."

"I, uh— thanks. Thank you," Len stuttered out, rubbing his mouth impatiently. "Rin and Kaito here?" he asked, trying to peer over Lily's shoulder, but she was an entire wall in the span of the door, towering and sturdy. He glanced at her in a plea, knowing exactly what was prone to come out of her lips any minute now.

"I'm glad you told them," Lily said softly, shaking platinum blonde hair out of her eyes, in a fashion similar to Rin when she didn't clip her bangs back with barrettes, to Kaito when he forgot to gel his, which he usually did. Lily squeezed Len's shoulder, grinning, her approval stamped into his soul. "You make them so happy."

"I— do?" Len asked lamely, because that didn't seem too possible. When was the last time he actually made someone other than Miku or Luka happy?

"You'll take good care of them," Lily said, backing out of the doorway, broadcasting Rin and Kaito in the kitchen, adjusting each other's outfits, Kaito messing with Rin's bow and Rin adjusting Kaito's tie. Lily winked at Len and added, "I know you will," before whirling to call the two over.

They practically sprinted their way to the threshold, Lily intelligently slipping out of their path as they halted in front of Len, dazzling in moonlight, more gorgeous then than they'd ever seemed to be in the rest of the three years Len had known them. His heart crawled up his throat, throbbing against his tongue, and he ineptly thrust the flowers forward.

He didn't manage to get a word out before Rin was grappling for them, smelling them, gasping and displaying them to Kaito. They thanked him profusely, passed the bouquet off to Lily (who was watching, goddamn), and then— then they tilted, in perfect sync, and each planted a kiss on one of Len's cheeks.

If Len had the ability to spontaneously combust, he would have. Instead, being at least relatively civil (and maybe a little sappy) he threw his arms around Kaito and Rin's waists, yanked them tight to his chest, let their arms wind around him, and held him there, for as long as time allowed him to.

As they were, just like that— in life, with Miku and Luka by his side, Meiko ebbing her way into their vastly spreading family —Len thought that things really weren't as bad as he made them out to be.

Things weren't bad at all.

This is,, my ultimate ot3. I love them. Thank you Noe for this prompt because I ;; loved writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it! I,, expanded on it more than I needed to but HEY it was fun and that's what matters. I also put a lot of emotional vent into Len. He's a good venting character. As per usual I apologize for any grammatical/spelling errors I'm too lazy to beta lol.

Anyway! Thank you everyone for the read, and the support, and the reviews and suggestions! You guys are the best.

Next up: Kaito/Meiko/Miku.