Afterdark (Aoi x Male Reader)

Smells like troubles

"He's running away! To the right!"

Mitsuri Kanroji yelled to (YN) as he began his dash or more accurate to say it is a persecution.

Running through the alleys of Tokyo is not an easy task. They are narrow, full of trash bags and they connected with other backstreets, every turn could get you to a dead end, a wide street or some kind of cheap restaurant backdoor.

Evading the tossed obstacles and performing some acrobatics, he rushed his way to the teenager who ran his way into the deep of Tokyo's belly. But, he won't get away that easily.

Even though he knew the streets better than his prosecutors, the gap in experience was just too wide. Soon, even though the student's legs were younger and faster, he's no match for (YN).

"I got you!"

And like a leopard launching itself to a gazelle, he got a grip on the youngster.

He performed the next actions like an automated machine, he pinned carefully —avoiding vital spots— and proceeded to place the cuffs in his wrists.

(YN) was right, he was no more than a student. Maybe he just finished highschool, what a shame that he finished up as a small drug dealer. Risking his life for some money, with high chances of ending in prison. Bad decision he made, now, he has to reap what he sowed.

"Well, easy there, fella. Let's see what we have here." His wallet is old and not even a single yen could be found inside "Takeshi Minamura."

*boing* *boing*

A couple of weeks have already gone since the two of them were paired together, and That sound was the first thing he got used to. How the hell are they so big that they produce sound. They. Fucking. Produce. Sound.

She couldn't go sneaky even if she tried her best.

"You got him so fast, (YN-san)."

Sweat coming from her body, most of the times it would be disgusting, but her... it was just the other way around. Shining colorless beads running down her curves, from her cheek to her tights. Her mouth, slightly open let small breaths and moans as she tried to regain composure. There is no place to look aside from her gleaming green eyes.

"Not at all." He said, averting his eyes from her "He knows the terrain well, I was lucky that he's slow."

The now captive teenager tried to resist, being more like a fish out of the water than anything else. It's futile anyway.

"I'll call the others, they should be coming fast."

With little skips, the pinknette began dialing on her phone. Iguro and Muichiro were waiting for them to call. It was a joint operation between the two pairs after all.

"Yeah, yeah. Just go."

He smiled as her trusted partner, no, friend. She's his friend without doubt, easygoing and most of the time she squeals whenever she found something cute. But, that's one of the things that makes her special. They made a good match, indeed, soon they were the best pair only second to that of Shinazugawa and Himejima since they are the top ranked team in the special unit.

Maybe, it was the best decision he'd made. He wondered if he had declined, he would be in the same place, doing boring paperwork.

As the stern faced Iguro and a lost-in-thoughts Muichiro were coming with a perky Mitsuri trailing them. Yeah, this was the best decision he could take.

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Eggs, milk, meat and varieties of sausages, fresh vegetables, soda and snacks. The basic of every shopping list. With this, you can have such a feast, of course if you know how to prepare the food. Living alone for more than a decade is useful to hone the cooking skills.