City life loses it's novelty after months of dwelling on the past, getting drunk for no good reason and watching your social life dwindle. Things wouldn't be so bad if you had somebody there to guide you through the dark. (This is my first fic in a veeeery long time, please understand i'm very out of practice with my writing skills. Also i apologise for a lame description, i'm terrible at summarising things.)

A story about you and Joji, I swear it's not trash Warning btw -smut -language -satire -S M U T