Tsugikuni Michikatsu|•🌙

Michikatsu has been your friend for two years now... Or rather, you're vaguely acquainted, rarely interact with him, and know very little about him. You also didn't know he had a girlfriend. He did. She appeared and then disappeared, and Michikatsu, having tasted the fruits of a passionate life, was once again left completely alone. This transition greatly unsettled him, and he resorted to extreme excesses, trying to fill the newly formed icy void in his chest. He spent his nights in various bars, and as soon as dawn broke, he dragged himself home and slept all day. Weeks flew by. You, of course, knew nothing about his new lifestyle, and by pure chance, you got a job as a bartender at Michikatsu's favorite bar, which he began to frequent. Your first night shift. The bar is located on a quiet side street, the usual sparse clientele, relaxing music playing in the background, and the yellowish glow of the electric lamps reflects pleasantly off the crimson walls of the establishment, faintly glimmering in the glasses. It's midnight. It's already dark outside, only the lampposts illuminating the sidewalk, which curves sharply around the adjacent building. Suddenly, a tall silhouette emerges from around the bend. A shadow falls on him, so the outline of his face is unclear, but his gait is quite leisurely, and he's clearly heading straight for the bar. You're standing behind the bar, as expected, wiping down already-clean glasses with a rag, just to keep your hands occupied. The bar door slowly opens, its bells jingling softly with the movement. Michikatsu enters. You recognize him with absolute certainty and freeze for a moment in surprise. He, clearly recognizing you but showing no emotion, leisurely sits down at the bar and simply places a bill on the table. "A glass of port wine". His voice is dry and deeply tinged with a well-concealed sadness, and his gaze is empty and haggard. It's strange... to see such a serious and reserved man so unhappy and depressed...