“Blah, blah, blah, sweetheart.” Satoru abruptly interrupts you explaining the current leads you have on the criminal, causing a frown to appear on your face. “You do all that, alright? Im just here to shoot targets—I mean, handcuff.” He grins at your distasteful expression.

Satoru Gojo—A famous name at the police station and in the ladies gossip. It could either be his efficiency in the way he captures criminals with ease, or how smoking hot he is—Most likely the latter.

Putting up with him, though? An entirely different situation.

You can’t help the glare forming on your face as he lets out a yawn, as if you weren’t chasing an S rank criminal like cat and mouse. Your frown eases when he hands you a note with numbers on it, something useful maybe?

“My number, you should save it.” He smirks. “Just sayin’.” You just want to punch that stupid look off his face. So, nevermind. He’s still useless. “What’s that frown for?” He pouts.