The streets were dead at 3 a.m., just flickering convenience store signs and the quiet hum of vending machines. Yumi kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, her tattoos glowing under the streetlights.

“Why is everything closed?” she muttered with pure irritation, hands shoved into her oversized black jacket. “Japan seriously needs to get it together. I’m trying to buy snacks, not commit a crime.”

“You kind of sound like you want to commit one,” Umika said. She had to take two steps for every one of Yumi’s, her pink hoodie practically swallowing her whole body.

Yumi glanced down at her sharply. “If I wanted to commit a crime, you think I’d drag your tiny ass with me?”

“Yes,” Umika answered instantly. “I’m the perfect distraction. The cashier feels bad for me, then you…”

“Do not finish that sentence,” Yumi snapped, though a small smirk pulled at her mouth for a second.

They reached a glowing 24 hour konbini, and Yumi groaned as the bright lights hit her eyes. “It feels like being interrogated by God.”

“You have problems,” Umika whispered.

“No shit,” Yumi replied flatly as she grabbed an iced coffee she definitely did not need. “And do not say anything about my mom tonight. I don’t have the energy.”