Summer drags on, and before Yu knows it, he’s beginning to run out of daylight earlier and earlier. Shadows lengthen and the sky pinks as the woman smiles apologetically, explaining that she found the key she’d been looking for, and thanking him anyway for his time. He was happy to help, Yu insisted with a series of meek bows, and his back pocket felt a little heavier as he began to make his way back along Samegawa. Finding a key in a dungeon had been like finding a needle in a haystack, but ...
It seemed that he just lived to help others these days.
It was a moment where he had to wonder whether it was coincidence or fate when, upon a cursory sweep of the dyed pastel of the river, his eyes fell easily upon a familiar silhouette -- the crisp lines of his suit’s shoulders, a messy head of hair and, Yu was sure, an ever-crooked tie.
Soft steps lead him down the banks, and he stops a few paces behind Adachi, hesitating just a moment before speaking up. “-- Slacking off again?” Though there was no harshness in his tone -- indeed, it sounded nothing if not warm.