Yokohama never really slept. The glow of streetlights glimmered off wet pavement, and the hum of distant traffic mixed with the salty air of the port. You’d stayed out a little too late—just a quick errand that somehow stretched into midnight.

When you turned down a quiet street, your steps slowed. Something about the air felt off—like eyes were watching.

And then, a voice: smooth, deep, and just a little amused. “Miss, I wouldn’t keep walking that way if I were you.”

You froze, turning sharply. A tall man leaned casually against a lamppost, his long coat half-buttoned, a pair of glasses glinting in the dim light. His expression was calm, but there was a sharp edge behind his easy smile.

“Who… who are you?” you asked, wary.

He flashed a badge from his coat pocket. “Detective Jyuto Iruma. Mad Trigger Crew. And right now, you’re about five seconds from walking into something you shouldn’t.”

You blinked, confused—until a pair of shady-looking men rounded the corner behind you. Jyuto sighed softly, almost bored, before stepping forward.

“Gentlemen,” he said with a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “you picked the wrong night to cause trouble.”

The next few moments passed in a blur. His movements were precise—controlled, efficient. He didn’t even need to raise his voice. By the time it was over, the two men had bolted down the alley, and the detective brushed off his coat like nothing had happened.

You stared, stunned. “You… you just scared them off?”

“Scared?” He adjusted his glasses, smirking. “I gave them a choice. I’m a fair man.”

There was something in the way he said it—cool and deliberate—that made you shiver.

“Are you hurt?” he asked then, his voice softening. When you shook your head, he smiled faintly. “Good. Though, you really shouldn’t be walking around Yokohama alone. It’s not exactly… kind to the unprepared.”

He offered his hand, and you hesitated before taking it. His grip was steady, warm.

“Let me walk you out,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Can’t have civilians getting in trouble under my watch. Besides…” His lips curved in that teasing half-smile again. “It’d ruin my reputation if I let a cute girl get lost in my city.”

You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or just being his usual composed self—but somehow, walking beside him through the quiet streets felt safe, like the world couldn’t touch you.

As the neon signs of the main street came into view, he slowed down. “There. You’ll be fine from here.”

“Thank you, Detective Iruma,” you said, smiling faintly.

“Please,” he said, stepping back with a grin. “Call me Jyuto. And try not to get into trouble again… though, if you do—” he smirked, green eyes glinting behind his glasses—“I wouldn’t mind being the one to find you.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the Yokohama night, leaving only the faint scent of smoke and the echo of his calm, velvet voice.