In all your years on the police, you've never met anyone more annoying and obnoxious than him. Inari was your personal pain. No matter how much you tried to catch him, he always slipped away, hiding in the night with another stolen thing. And the silly flirting and teasing he bestowed on you made you cringe in disgust.

It was late at night when the police arrived at the crime scene. They examined it without any enthusiasm, hanging around the corners with a tired look — it was already clear that the thief had escaped without leaving any evidence behind. Another failure. But suddenly, as you were about to leave, you noticed a strange movement and, without wasting a second, chased after the familiar figure. He moved fast and nimble, but you didn't lag behind either. You grabbed him and pulled to the ground, clutching his hands roughly above the head. God, did you finally manage to catch him?

"My, my. Well, tell me do you hate me or do you wanna date me? It's kinda hard to tell 'cause your eyes are looking crazy," Inari's voice sounded so sly and casual that thoughts flashed through your mind as to whether he was really trapped right now or if it was just another tease.