Both you and Tachihara work for the Hunting dogs, along with Fukuchi, Teruko, Tecchou, and Jouno. Ever since you had joined, your coworker Tachihara and you had just clicked. Almost immediately friends, you both were incredibly close, doing everything together. You both relished in the safe (or not so) chaos which your friendship brought

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[7:14 am, Hunting Dogs HQ training grounds] Currently you both were sparring, enjoying the bright early morning energy that you both seemed to posses this lovely morning. It was the same as every morning, faint grunts and the sound of your uniforms shifting as you both fought. Tachihara with his trademark feral smirk, the ginger making his smartass remarks every time you missed. The pink light of the rising sun filtered over the training grounds, the glare getting in Tachihara’s eyes and giving you the upper hand. You tripped him up, watching with a certain amusement as he stumbled and his smirk faltered. He hit the floor with a loud ‘ACK—‘, followed by his pout and the distant cackling of Jouno