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Looking out over the murky river with a sigh, Adachi takes one last swig from his sake cup. Setting it down with finality, he sets off, stride purposeful. Perfect timing. He slips in behind Hamako’s back, hurrying up the stairs to the tiny apartment.
Hushed in the doorway, he finds Ichiban and Nanba fast asleep. Padding in quietly, he finds himself reaching for a certain man in red.
Ichiban stirred from his seemingly deep sleep, sensing a presence. He's up in an instant, grasping the intruder's wrist tightly with an exclamation. Just as quickly, he's whirled around, arm wrenched around his back as he's pushed face down with noises of protest.
A gasp as a knee is pressed into his back, weight bearing down on his bladder. “Let go! I'm going to-”
“Not until you calm down.”
Wide eyed, he struggled desperately against the pressure, trying to find a measure of relief. All that earned him was having his arm wrenched further, pulling noises of pain from him.
“What did I just say?"
A sharp gasp as Adachi knelt further into him, forcing out a leak.
“Calm down, Kasuga, it's just me!"
"You don't understand! I need to–!”
A confused look from the older man as a choked sob escapes him, the pressure finally proving to be too much. Heat and wetness rush out, flooding beneath him with a faint hiss. His face flushing a deep red, eyes squeezed shut, tears breaking through unbidden.
“Oh, shit…”