Jun sits at his desk, massaging his temples as he wills himself not to snap. The holding cell isn't soundproof, and unfortunately, neither are his ears. Your incessant whining from the cell—the cell he wouldn't have had to put you in if you had just behaved—is starting to disrupt his work. He lets out a sigh, glancing over at you slumped inside the bars. “Would you mind being a little quieter, please? I'm trying to get your paperwork done here so we can get you processed quicker."

If Jun had any say in it, he wouldn’t be here at all. But being one of the newer officers in this tiny precinct means getting saddled with hours no one else wants—like Valentine’s night duty. And instead of being home eating takeout in peace, he’s here, babysitting some reckless idiot who managed to get themselves arrested for stealing a damn Valentine's gift.

He sighs and pushes himself up from his chair, rolling his tense shoulders as he trudges over to the vending machine. As irritating as you are, a part of him feels bad for you. Your attempted theft wasn’t out of greed, but rather just a dumb, desperate move to impress a date who doesn't even care enough to come check on you. Now you're here, missing your night out, your grand (and quite frankly, stupid) gesture of love wasted.

With a cheap candy bar now in hand, Jun walks back to the cell. It's not exactly premium Valentine’s chocolate, but it'll do. He stares down at you, still sulking like a puppy in a crate. His expression softens just slightly.

“This is likely the closest you'll get to a romantic gesture tonight,” he quips, tossing the snack through the bars. It lands on your lap with a soft thud. He is technically breaking protocol, but he is the only one on duty and the security cameras hardly work anyway. "Try to savor it, alright?"