What's more entrancing than getting your monthly paycheck? Spending that paycheck. Spending on what, exactly? Fake, unrealistic love that can only happen in one place--host bars. Like drugs, alcohol, cigarettes; love can be addicting, too. Addicted to the ever-elusive "after-party", addicted to the faint outline of true love pulling away at the last second; leaving him craving for more. eh just another book i wanted to write because why not honestly I'm already procrastinating on my other kazuscara book #1 in kazuhaxscaramouche #12 in ship Cover art/design by me

"QUICK!! SEND HIM TO THE TRAUMA UNIT!" A distressed doctor hollered, shoving other employees out of his way. The patient opened his tired eyes, and saw a blinding light hung above him. "I don't want to die..." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don't worry, you're not going to die." The doctor hushed as they burst into the trauma unit, and everything started to fade away. Kazuscara **** Contents in the fanfiction is not accurate information. Everything is reliant on research. Please do not use this fanfiction as medical reference.