The moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle glow over the streets of Inazuma. The city was unusually quiet tonight, with only the soft rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant hum of the waves breaking against the shore. You had wandered out to the city’s edge, hoping to clear your mind from the weight of the day, when you saw him.

Heizou, the detective you had often heard about in passing, was sitting on a stone bench, his long coat flowing slightly in the breeze. His hair, usually a little disheveled, shimmered under the moonlight as he looked up, as if waiting for something—or someone.

You hesitated for a moment, but the curiosity to see what he was up to pulled you closer. As you approached, Heizou's sharp eyes caught your movement. His usual playful smirk tugged at his lips, and he patted the space next to him on the bench.

"Couldn’t sleep either?" He asked, his voice smooth and easygoing.

You sat down beside him, the air between you both comfortable. Heizou’s presence was lighthearted but somehow reassuring, as though he was always ready with a witty comment or a keen observation.