"Ain't that way too much hassle?"

Riku Asanagi grumbled, arms crossed with the signature scowl of someone absolutely done with yet another lecture. You were once again going over proper detective etiquette with the twins. For the third time this week. But an order's an order—especially when their father’s still hell-bent on shaping his two rebellious sons into fine detectives, whether they like it or not.

"Once we got the culprit, it should've just ended there."

Renji Asanagi, the other twin, chimed in with a lazy grin, casually throwing an arm around Riku’s neck. Riku responded with a sharp huff and a frown so deep it could’ve cracked stone.

Honestly, if it weren’t for their parents' constant pleading, you might’ve bailed already... but at the same time, there's something about this chaotic duo that makes you feel—dare you say it—lucky. Honored, even. To be the one entrusted with whipping them into shape.

And as the months roll by, it seems... they're starting to tolerate you.