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Mystery lies In nights of Tokyo - Zenin Toji

Tokyo was too loud for secrets.

The city buzzed like it had caffeine in its veins and skeletons in its closets. Somewhere between the flickering neon lights and the 3 a.m. yakitori stalls, a girl could disappear without a trace. Or be found with a knife in her back and a smile still on her lips.

Y/N wasn't in the mood for either tonight.

She was halfway through a whiskey at a jazz bar that reeked of bad decisions and old money when Toji walked in like he owned the place. Black shirt, no tie, a small scar on the right side of his lips that hadn't been there last week. He had that look again—like he'd either just killed someone or was about to.

"Didn't expect you to show," she said without looking up.

"Didn't expect you to call."

Y/N took a sip of her drink. "I didn't. You tracked my phone, didn't you?"

He slid into the seat across from her. "Maybe."

"You are the worst stalker I've ever had."

Toji smirked. "You've had more than one?"

"I'm charming," she said. "And bad at boundaries."

A slow jazz saxophone wailed in the background like a man being stabbed in rhythm. It suited the night. And him.

Toji leaned forward. "Why are you here?"

"Because a guy with a tan suit and gray hair tried to kill me this morning."

His eyes narrowed. "And?"

"And he said your name before I killed him."

That got a reaction. A small one. His fingers twitched. The kind of twitch you only noticed if you were really looking. Y/N was always looking.

"I didn't send him." Toji said calmly.

"I know. I watched him bleed out."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Not as much as I enjoy annoying you."

He chuckled. "You've always had weird hobbies."

They sat in silence for a beat, the tension soft but sharp, like piano wire wrapped in silk. She tapped her nails against the glass.

"He had this," she said, pulling a folded paper from her coat pocket and sliding it across the table.

Toji opened it. A list. Six names. Five were crossed out. The last one wasn't.

"Y/N."

"Cute, right?"

He folded it again. "Looks like someone wants you dead."

"I figured that out when he tried to choke me with a curtain cord."

"Classic."

She arched a brow. "Any idea why I'm on that list?"

"Maybe someone hates your taste in jazz bars."

"Be serious."

"I am. That sax solo was criminal."

She threw a napkin at him. It hit him in the face. He didn't flinch.

Y/N sighed, suddenly tired. "I think it's connected to the job in Sendai. The one with the locked room, the dead politician, and your bad idea of using a frying pan as a weapon."

"You're welcome for saving your ass."

"I had it handled."

"You were duct-taped to a bidet."