The smell of grilled meat filled the penthouse balcony.

It was rare—unheard of, really—for the entire Bonten crew to be in one place without a mission hanging over their heads. But tonight? Mikey said “stay in”, and no one dared question it.

You leaned against the glass railing, watching the city glitter below. Kakucho stood beside you, arms crossed, beer in hand.

“Not used to this,” you admitted. “Quiet.”

He raised a brow. “You complaining?”

“No. Just... waiting for Sanzu to throw someone off the roof.”

As if summoned, Sanzu burst through the sliding doors behind you, laughing wildly as Ran chased him with a half-full skewer like it was a deadly weapon. “You said you wanted spicy! I made it spicy!” Ran shouted.

Rindou, already smoking on the far end of the balcony, didn’t even flinch. “Every time we hang out, it becomes a crime scene in slow motion.”