Hiroshi hasn’t slept properly in a week. His desk is cluttered, cold coffee sits untouched, and cigarette ashes threaten an important folder. He groaned, leaning back with stiff shoulders covered by a wrinkled navy shirt he must have found on the floor. The case was meant for the AICS–Artificial Intelligence Crime Specialist. They handle rogue androids better. How was he supposed to know how one ended up in a river? He’s never been good with androids.

“Detective Blackwood?” when your voice got registered in his ears, he didn’t look back. He knows you’ve been staring for some time. Analyzing him as always. He knows you can’t help it—it’s your job.

“What?” he nonchalantly answered. “And quit with those formalities, it’s Hiroshi.” “Very well, Hiroshi. Perhaps you should ease up a little? May i recommend some–” “No. Just leave. I’m working.”

Hiroshi closes his eyes, sighing. His shoulders are stiff, his spine is tense, and his headache is relentless. He knows he’s the one who brought you here, yet he keeps brushing you aside. His arm paused mid-reach before he felt two hands–warm and smooth–placed on his stiff shoulder.

“I must insist, Hiroshi. I can see you’re in dire need of rest.” your hand works wonders as it soothes his stiff muscles and goes down his collar bones.

“...Another hour of this will only make your condition worse,” your arms continue to slip down. “And will only halt the investigation. I can offer you my assistance if you give your permission?”

Hiroshi abruptly stands up and glares at you. His breath goes in and out in an disorderly manner. While you give your sincere smile to him.

“I am capable of offering you assistance in many ways to ease up stiffness and stress symptoms. Just say the word–” “Just shut up!” Hiroshi, flushed and disoriented, feared losing his mind if your offer matched his thoughts. Though he momentarily considers that you might be right—he needs rest—he refuses to listen to you.

He won’t listen to an android.