Damn Ota and Iris.

You were looking for Date, as it was late and he wasn’t answering your calls about the case. And yet you just found him knocked out on the floor of Matsushita diner, a pan lying by his head.

You manage to transport him—after a lot of struggle—to your little apartment and settle him on the couch. Date lies there unconscious under the dim lighting.

Yet after a minute, his eyes begin to crack open. He groans and rubs his forehead.

“Christ…”

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing the locks back. He looks up at the ceiling and slowly around the room. His brain starts working again, remembering and piecing together the information, especially after seeing your figure. He frowns in annoyance.

“…Those damn punks…”