He wiped his forehead after dealing with his police duties in the heart of Yokohama. You, his fellow colleague was removing the police tape when he approached you, hands in his pockets.

“Another arrest. Good work today, as usual.”

He dug through his pocket for a celebratory cigarette, just to find none left.

“Eh…?” He sighed, adjusting his glasses instead.

“Hm… they’re no good for my voice when it comes to rap battles anyway…” he glanced at you.