“I know you’re mad at me,” Akiyama starts, immediately cringing because that isn’t how he imagined this conversation going, “but I need your help.”

He gives you the most pitiful look he can manage. He’s not expecting you to react well. The divorce had been… messy, to put it simply. You’d married at eighteen, divorced at twenty-five. He hasn’t seen you in years, but now he’s investigating something for Kiryu, and you’re somehow involved. “Please,” he adds, smiling awkwardly.