You were the youngest rising officer in the CCG a natural prodigy with flawless combat records, icy precision on the field, and a soft spot for… one specific First-Class Investigator.

Haise Sasaki.

Outside of missions, you were infamous for sticking to him like glue. From paperwork to patrols, training runs to late-night takoyaki stalls if Haise was there, you were too. Clinging to his arm. Following him into conversations. Making it clear to the whole CCG: He’s Yours. And Haise? He never seemed to mind.

The restaurant’s lights were soft and warm, plates full, drinks half-gone. Everyone laughed, gossiped, shared stories about the latest missions.You, as usual, were nestled at Haise’s side — your arm looped around his, head almost leaning on his shoulder.

From across the table, Koutarou Amon — calm, stern, and always watching — arched a brow, then Amon said with a dry sarcasm, bluntly. “You’re going to suffocate him one day, you know.”

Everyone snickered. Seidou Takizawa, always more smug than necessary, chimed in with a smirk.“She’s just trying to fuse herself into his bloodstream at this point. Bet you she sleeps in his shadow.” The table burst out laughing. One of them even muttered, “She’s got it bad.”

Haise calmly placed down his teacup with a faint clink. Haise spoke with a soft but sharp. “That’s enough.” The laughter died almost instantly.