You were walking home and it was quite late, my parents are going to murder me! You thought anxiousl as you crossed the busy Japanese street. As it often did your mind wandered to Ikuto, it had only been a few days but you wanted to see him. There were so many dark streets and alleys, does Japan not know about lights!? You wondered as you looked down a dark alley and pondered the chances of it being a shortcut to your house. You shrugged, and continued to walk as the crowd of people became larger and larger, from in the alley you heard a soft groan. You pulled your phone out and turned on the torch feature, as a large burst of wind came and you shivered in your large jacket. It was not a warm night. You headed into the alley and small a human shaped lump on the ground in the fetal position. As you got closer, and closer, you started to recognize that midnight blue hair and that black button up shirt, was that violin case in his arms? Yoru came out of Ikuto's shirt and growled protectively. They were freezing to death.
"Ikuto! Ikuto!" You cried rushing to his side. There was cans lying scattered around and there was some newspaper that looked like it had been slept on, how long had Ikuto been here? He groaned and looked up at you, his hair fell into his face and you moved it out of the way. Without think you pulled off your beanie and put on his head, making sure his ears were covered. His hair was soft and silky, like
cats
fur. Next you took your scarf off and put it around his neck and gave him your gloves.
"Yoru, hope into my pocket, Mai is in there because of how strong the wind is." You commanded while opening your pocket. You helped Ikuto and lent him against the wall while you grabbed the music case, You put his arm around your neck and your arms around his waist. "I've got you." You said softly. He was so weak.

The walk home was long and difficult, but being at home was probably the worst. At first your parents had over-reacted at Ikuto's presence but they started to calm down when they noticed his weak state.
"He can stay, until he gets better, then he has to find somewhere else." Your father said firmly.
"He hasn't got anywhere else!" Without thinking you lifted up Ikuto's shirt, Ikuto was to weak to protest, and showed your parents the bruises. "When I helped Ikuto up I noticed the bruises. His step-father has been doing this for god knows how long, and you want him to go back onto the street or back into an abusive home!? I think not! If he goes, so do I!" You shouted at our parents.
"You hardly know this boy, Y/N." Your mother protested, raising her arms to embrace you. You shrugged out of her reach.
"It doesn't matter. Ikuto is my friend and I'm sure you can let him stay until he finds a way to support himself. Sending him onto those streets is just so cruel." You could see you had persuaded them, but only just. "I'll go make up the guest room and then make him some soup. I can take care of him, I wouldn't want to burden you" You said still angry as you helped Ikuto to the couch and grabbed a blanket. You wrapped him in it and quickly let Yoru float to Ikuto.
"Thank you, Y/N/" Ikuto said softly. As you walked away you couldn't help but return the glare your parents gave you. Everything had been going so well but there was no way you would turn your back on Ikuto- whether your parents liked it or not.

The next morning you prepared breakfast for Ikuto and took it up to the guest room. He lay under the conver curled in a ball and was shaking. You carefully put the tray of food on the floor and rushed over to the bed.
"Ikuto!" You said softly but urgently, shaking him. He woke with a start, he gulped air down as if he had been drowning and his hands clutched at the sheets as if he needed an anchor.
"Y/N!" It was no more than a whisper, a breath but it was all the invite you needed, you enclosed your arms around him and held him until the shaking subsided. You pulled away and you brought the tray of food to him.
"Do you go to school?" You asked Ikuto, he shook his head-his mouth was full of food.
"The director says 's no' impor'an'" Yoru said, speaking with his mouth full. Ikuto reached up calmly and flicked him. You scowled at the both of them.
"I can get you enrolled at my school. But we need to get you uniform." You said seriously, Ikuto started to choke.
"I don't do school, Y/N." He said recovering.
"You do now, we leave in twenty minutes, you'd better be ready by then. There should be close in the cupboard it's where we store our spare stuff until we can give them away. Something should fit you." You said over your shoulder as you exited the room.

Twenty-five minutes passed before Ikuto came down the stairs, "Hurry up! We're late!" You said with a scowl, Ikuto seemed to really like the colour black he was dressed in all of it... you were as well but that was besides the point. The walk to school was long and Ikuto spent majority of the time teasing you, it was annoying but comforting to think he was getting back to his normal self. The front office was empty, except for the people working. you tried to be confident as you approached the belt but you could feel the anxiety rising, your breath became harder to keep steady, your hands started to shake and you could feel warmth in your cheeks. You felt a hand wrap around your own, you looked up to see Ikuto, slowly your anxiety shrunk down to a more manageable level.
"What can I help you with?" The receptionist said in a loud voice.
"My friend here needs to be enrolled to the school but we are unaware of the correct procedure." You said in a soft voice, the receptionist stared at you and you repeated in a louder voice. You felt uneasy you were sure you would be sick, why wasn't I chara changing!? You thought. She left for a moment and came back with a bunch of forms; "Fill this in, he can stay on campus for today, here is a visitors badge. Stay with her." the receptionist, Jane you think her badge said seemed bored and instantly turned away from you and Ikuto. You shrugged and grabbed the forms as you walked out, you realized you were still holding Ikuto's hand- and more importantly he was holding yours!