You had no idea why you agreed to this.

A day off with Tenjiku—the most unpredictable collection of menaces you’d ever met—and you were somehow roped into being their “voice of reason” for a hangout that started with a harmless meal and escalated into a full-blown turfless bike race across the city.

“You promised no crimes,” you muttered, clinging to the back of Kakucho’s bike as he peeled around a corner like a demon with a deadline.

“I’m not committing crimes,” he replied. “I’m just not not breaking the speed limit.”

“That's not reassuring!”

Back at the hideout, things weren’t any more stable.

Shion was trying to convince Ran and Rindou to help him dye his hair neon green "for intimidation."

“You’d just look like a highlighter,” you said dryly, sipping tea like it was your last tether to sanity.

“I’d be a dangerous highlighter,” Shion shot back proudly.

Ran smirked and elbowed you lightly. “You sure you wanna keep hanging out with us? We’re a lot.”