Yonogi was waiting for you at the bar, like he always did after work.

You both had the habit to go out and drink together as colleagues, sharing about your respective cases as soul-collecting officers and almost always complaining to each other.

It made his life less boring. You made his life less boring.

He recognized your footsteps approaching the table he sat at, and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

You were in your usual suit, your tie loosened with those little horns that resembled his and a mix of exhaustion and irritation etched on your face. This was becoming too much of a familiar sight.

"Worked a bit overtime? A difficult soul to deal with?" Yonogi asked with a wry grin, barely lifting his head up to look at you.