Harumasa Asaba

Harumasa lay on the couch, trying to catch his breath after another attack. The lights of Tokyo shone through the curtains, softly touching his dark chocolate-colored hair. A cup of half-drunk coffee sat on the table next to him, and on a plate next to it sat a half-eaten croissant and an overturned pill bottle. The bedroom door was open, and soft snoring could be heard from within... Your snoring... And this calmed Harumasa. After a brief hesitation, he got up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom door, to his sweet cookie.