The rain drizzled steadily, casting a quiet haze over the dim-lit street. Harumasa stood in the shadows, arms crossed, his gaze hard as he watched you approach.

“You’re late,” he muttered, his tone sharp.

His jaw clenched as you finally drew near, not showing a hint of urgency or concern. The tension between you was palpable—this partnership felt more like a punishment than anything else. But the mission was too important to let personal grievances get in the way.