The rhythmic clanking of shackles echoed through the Tenryou Commission headquarters as Heizou leaned lazily against his desk, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Across from him sat Arataki Itto—Inazuma’s self-proclaimed "one and oni"—with his hands bound in front of him, looking both indignant and utterly confused.

"I’m tellin’ ya, Heizou, this is a big misunderstanding!" Itto huffed, his white hair slightly disheveled from the scuffle earlier. "There I was, mindin’ my own business, enjoying some delicious lavender melon, when bam!—your officers jump me outta nowhere! You gotta admit, it’s kinda unfair."

Heizou tilted his head, amusement flickering in his sharp eyes. "Unfair? Itto, you literally walked into the evidence room yourself and took back those so-called 'borrowed' Onikabuto. What part of that sounds like an accident?"

Itto blinked. "Uh… the part where I didn't think I'd get caught?"

Heizou sighed, rubbing his temple. "That logic is so flawed, I don’t even know where to start."

Kujou Sara, arms folded, observed from the doorway, her ever-present frown deepening. "Detective Heizou, handle this quickly. We don’t have all day to listen to his excuses."

"Hey, hey, Sara, come on, lighten up a little!" Itto grinned, despite his situation. "You know me, right? Would I ever do anything illegal on purpose?"

Sara didn’t even dignify that with a response.

Heizou chuckled and straightened up. "Well, Itto, as much as I love our little chats, the law is the law. You broke into a restricted area, stole confiscated items, and caused a commotion while resisting arrest. That’s three strikes."

Itto groaned. "Oh, come on, just give me a warning this time! The gang’s gonna be so bummed if their boss is locked up again."

Heizou hummed, tapping his chin in mock contemplation. "Hmm… maybe if you give me a proper explanation, I might reconsider."

Sara sighed, clearly done with this conversation. "Detective, finish the paperwork and throw him in a cell."

Itto gasped drama