The streets of Tokyo were quieter tonight, the usual hustle and bustle subdued by the late hour. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft silver glow over the city. You and Wakasa Imaushi walked side by side through the dimly lit alley, the cool night air carrying the scent of rain from earlier in the evening.

Wakasa was unusually silent tonight, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a more contemplative expression. He often came across as tough, confident, and unflappable, but you could tell something was on his mind.

"Hey, you alright?" you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression softening just a fraction. "I’m fine," he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual carefree edge. "Just thinking."