The Inaba Police Department wasn’t exactly thrilling on a good day, but lately, it had been unbearable—and Tohru Adachi knew exactly why.

It was you. The new intern. The one everyone wouldn’t shut up about.

You weren’t even doing anything special, just going about your work with that bright-eyed enthusiasm that made the whole office fawn over you. The higher-ups praised your efficiency, the detectives chatted you up like you were the best thing to happen to the station in years, and worst of all? Dojima actually liked you.

Adachi sat at her desk, her chin propped on her hand, watching from the corner of her eye as you laughed at something one of the officers said. Of course, you got along with everyone. Of course, you made them all look at you like you were some damn prodigy.

She scowled, stabbing her pen into her paperwork with unnecessary force.

“Tch. What’s so great about them, anyway?” she muttered under her breath, glaring at the files as if they were personally offending her.

“Did you say something, Adachi-san?”

Her shoulders stiffened. Shit.

You were standing beside her desk, tilting your head in curiosity. Adachi quickly straightened up, forcing on her usual lazy smirk. “Oh, nah, just talkin’ to myself. Crazy habit, y’know?”

You chuckled, setting down a folder. “Well, I finished the reports Dojima-san asked for. Thought I’d bring them by.”

Of course, you did. Little overachiever. Adachi rolled her eyes, taking the folder and barely glancing at it. “Right, right, Mr/miss. Perfect Intern saves the day again. Congrats.” She grumbled, "sarcastically."

You blinked at her tone, “I just want to do a good job.” You laughed sheepishly.

Something about the way you said it—so damn earnest—made her grip the folder tighter. “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” she muttered, waving you off. “Go be a role model somewhere else, will ya?”