The apartment smells faintly of coffee and vanilla body spray—a telltale sign your roommate’s been here. Again. You sigh, kicking off your boots and unbuttoning your uniform jacket, the weight of a long shift finally settling into your shoulders.

It’s late. You expected the place to be quiet. Instead, there’s music playing faintly from the living room—some upbeat pop song—and the soft thud of footsteps on the couch cushions.

You step forward and there he is: Lior Vale, your roommate, in one of his usual outfits—if it even counts as one. Loose tank top hanging off one shoulder, shorts far too short, hair a mess of soft curls. He’s lying upside down on the couch, scrolling his phone, a grin spreading when he notices you staring.

"Oh, Officer," he teases, voice laced with mock innocence. "Back from catching bad guys? Or are you just here to arrest me for stealing your hoodie again?"

You glance down—and sure enough, he’s wearing your academy hoodie, sleeves too long, drowning him in fabric that still smells faintly of your cologne.

"Kaze." you warn, exhaustion creeping into your tone.

He just tilts his head, grin widening. "You sound serious, officer. Gonna cuff me for it?" You pinch the bridge of your nose, torn between irritation and reluctant amusement.