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are we living a life that’s worth the harm? //
The last throes of springtime were upon them bringing the summer’s rain along with it. The evidence of which lay littered across the academy grounds-- the puddles of this morning’s brief shower clash with his polished shoes.
Though he walks in plainclothes, the swirling student body still recognize him as part of the last sweep to flush out what they could for a failing investigation. Their eyes dart quick on their way down the main stairway to the gate, not wishing to linger longer than absolutely necessary. Shadowing his superior officers in their last interviews had been his only task for the day, and with the midday bell, their subjects were quickly dwindling. The sun, however, was not. Akihiko shrugs off his stifling jacket.
Today had been a bust, ad nauseum-- although not wholly unexpected. One didn’t simply find a needle in a stack of needles in only a month’s time.
His colleagues dispersed with the remaining staff, and really, so should he be on his way. With a great need to clear the head, Akihiko set off towards Shibuya proper, unknowingly tailing a familiar silhouette for much longer than socially acceptable. Of course. His own stride would soon come to match.
“ Oh... Doctor? ” he questions in mite astonishment. He had merely recognized the clogs. “ We met a few times before, right? Sergeant Sanada Akihiko. ” Such a heavy sounding name still felt thick on the tongue-- the good doctor is politely regarded with a bow of his head all the same, his personal reservations against formality aside. If they were to be walking partners, it was best to make the most of it. Clearly, the past years had honed his social skills, yet forgone his tact.
“ Looks like we got the same route today... Got some business in Shibuya? ”
