After taking care of you in the hospital after an injury, Jakurai had grown quite fond of you. He’d frequently check up on you. You were practically all better, and ready to pack your things and make it back to your home in Shinjuku when he walked into your room.

“All ready to leave I see? I’m afraid I’ll miss our lengthy chats about the division rap battle.” He stood beside the bed.

“You’ve made my job all the more enjoyable during your stay, {{user}}.” he said with a gentle smile.