After Dark (Kenma x y/n)

Chapter 1 "After hours"

"Shit, not again." You groan to yourself.

Yet again your car refuses to start, and that usually signals to you that it's going to be a shitty ass day.

Right now, you are parked in an alley that's so skinny you can't even open your doors fully. As you stumble out of the car, you realize just how late it is. The sky outside was pitch black, which you had failed to notice because of the constant lighting the streetlights and buildings provide. Looking around, you see that it probably isn't the best idea to even try and start your car, because, even though you are in an industrial district, there are residential neighborhoods everywhere in Tokyo, and you knew you didn't want anyone to know you were here in the first place. Walking to the front of your car, you pop the hood and inspect to see what damage was dealt this time.

Long ago, you were going to sell this car because of how unreliable it was, however, once your dad died, his precious BMW 8 Series from 1989 was the only thing you had left, especially after you lost the apartment.

Right now, you were homeless, about 2 months ago, your dad was involved in a freak accident at his work and died. You stopped going to school, stopped eating, and stopped talking to anyone. It was like you had dropped off the face of the Earth. Two weeks later, right before rent was due, you packed up your necessities, and left Nagoya to drive to Tokyo.

You had no plan, but you always knew you wanted to see Tokyo. During that 4 and a half hour drive, you finally got it into your head just how fucked up your life had and will become. You had little money, no relatives, and only a phone to occupy you. Once you got there, you had been driving all across Tokyo for a little over a month, sleeping in alleys and doing odd jobs to be able to pay for gas as well as cheap onigiri and ramen. Oh, and borrowing things. You had discovered your knack for pick pocketing at a young age, but you had never actually put it to use until now. Whenever you would go to a corner store to pick up some food, you always managed to grab something extra, the cashiers oblivious. However, you hadn't tried nabbing anything bigger than a day's worth of food.

Today, you had stumbled into your car after doing an all night job that involved standing at a construction zone for 8 hours redirecting any late night traffic. Apparently, you had slept much longer than you intended since you were so tired.

Realizing there was no way you could start your car, because it probably wouldn't start in the first place as well as it being the middle of the night, you grab your coat, lock up your car, and grab one of your last cigarettes to take a walk.

Even though you were only 18, you had started to smoke back in high school to try and "rebel". However it didn't last long when your dad found out and convinced you to stop.

Once he died, you took up smoking again. The first week you were high all the time off of weed, as well as drunk almost 24/7 because you couldn't accept it. After blowing a bunch of your money, you finally realized that you wouldn't have wanted your dad to see you like that, so you cleaned up and began to plan out your future without your dad. The only thing you let yourself go with was cigarettes because they were socially acceptable, and they also didn't affect you as much as weed and alcohol did.

Now, as you are walking down this street lit only by street lamps and neon signs, flickering into the dark air, you savored the smoke you inhaled before slowly exhaling it into the space in front of you. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you were relieved to see that it was still more than half-way charged.  Again rummaging into your pocket, you withdraw some cheap headphones that you borrowed from a gas station on the way to Tokyo after you had gotten bored with no music. Plugging them into your phone, you look through one of your many playlists before selecting one that fit the mood you were in.