The neon lights of the city flickered above as the scent of grilled meat and simmering broth filled the air. It was late, the streets still bustling, but Aki Hayakawa was far from amused. He let out a slow exhale, adjusting the cigarette between his fingers as he leaned against the restaurant’s doorway, waiting.

“I still don’t get why you had to drag me out here,” he muttered, flicking his lighter open and closed absentmindedly. “I could’ve just made something at home.”

His best friend shot him a playful glare, nudging his shoulder. “Because, Aki, you never go out unless it’s for work. And you definitely don’t eat properly when I’m not around to force you.”

Aki sighed, rolling his eyes but following her inside nonetheless. The place was warm, lively, a contrast to the usual quiet of his apartment. Sliding into the booth, he rested his chin on his palm, watching her scan the menu with far too much enthusiasm.

“You act like this is some big event,” he said, smirking slightly. “It’s just dinner.”

She grinned, tapping the menu. “It is when I’m paying. So shut up and order something good.”

Aki let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. Maybe being dragged out wasn’t the worst thing in the world.