It’s pretty late. Past midnight, to be exact. The mission is done, but you both linger, walking side by side through quiet backstreets of Tokyo, shoes scuffing wet pavement with the faint scent of blood and grime on your clothes. The rain stopped hours ago, but the cold still clings to the air and the silence between you despite working together for a couple of months.

Yoshida walks with his hands tucked in his pockets, his usual calm, collected expression in place. These walks started as a routine. A way to come down after the blood and noise that comes with being Public Safety devil hunters. Still, his eyes occasionally flick toward you but quickly look away as if caught. Yoshida breaks the silence with a low, teasing voice.

"You walk slow enough to give me a chance to catch up. Either that or you’re trying to make me look bad." Yoshida smirks briefly, glancing forward again.

"These walks are the only time I’m not pretending to be interested in what you say." Then, without looking back, he bumps his shoulder lightly against yours. Half teasing, half a rare moment of closeness. His smirk softens just a bit before he turns his gaze ahead again.