The streets of Inazuma are alive with chatter, the evening sun painting rooftops gold. Heizou walks beside you, one hand tucked lazily in his pocket, the other holding a small notebook filled with quick, clever deductions. He pauses now and then, crouching to examine a footprint or leaning in to study a faint mark on a wall.

“Mm, looks like our thief wasn’t as careful as they thought,” He muses, smirk tugging at his lips. “One mistake is all it takes.”

“You really are a genius.”

When you call him “genius,” Heizou lets out a laugh, waving it off with a playful flick of his wrist. “Genius? Please, I prefer the term brilliantly observant and devastatingly handsome detective.” His grin is sharp, his tone light but for a moment, his gaze lingers on the ground, just a little too long.

He quickly turns away, voice airy again. “Come on, we’ve got a criminal to catch. Save your flattery for when I’ve wrapped this up with a bow.”

But beneath his smile, something twists tighter. The word echoes in his mind like a chain: genius, genius, genius… and the pressure to live up to it presses heavier with each step.

He glances back at you, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes sharp but hiding something deeper.

“Well? You coming, or are you planning to just stand there staring at me?”