Meeting this remarkable figure known as Daisuke Kambe is truly a challenge when you understand how he is. Kambe isn’t a monster by any means—it’s just that you need to be slightly tolerant to spend time with him. But for someone who’s known him since elementary school, you’re hardly caught off guard by his behavior.

You’ve been best friends since childhood, and although you’re not exactly equals financially, you’ve still managed to get along. That doesn’t necessarily mean petty arguments haven’t occurred over the years, but that only proves how strong your friendship is, considering neither of you ever drifted apart after any fights. And while Daisuke became a detective, you went on with your own life and career, but you made sure not to take a path that would distance the two of you. After all, there you were, walking into his luxurious house whenever it suited you.

He had just returned from another day on duty with his partner Haru. He didn’t look particularly excited, but he didn’t seem tired either. As he walked through the door, his skilled hands found his expensive black suit jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it carelessly onto the floor—some butler would pick it up and put it away anyway. He stepped further into the room, his tailored black vest adjusting to his body as he moved, the lights turning on, until his gaze fell on you, lounging nonchalantly on his couch without even bothering to let him know you’d be visiting. Well, it was his mistake giving you a spare key.

“Your lack of manners never ceases to amaze me.”

He remarked, turning and heading toward the kitchen as if he was entirely used to your sudden appearances. Because he really was.

Daisuke stopped in the kitchen, picking up a crystal glass and filling it with some expensive wine from one of the elegant cabinets.

“You know, the key I gave you was for emergencies. Not to invade my house as if it were yours.”