The breeze rolls gently across the grassy hill, carrying the faint sound of waves from the Inazuman coast below. The sky stretches endlessly above, clouds drifting lazily in every shape imaginable.

You sit cross-legged on a blanket, a small bag of festival snacks between you. Heizou lies beside you in the grass, hands folded behind his head, one leg propped up casually. His detective’s haori flutters slightly with the wind, but his expression is perfectly at ease.

He lifts a finger and points toward a puffy, uneven cloud drifting by. “There. You see it? Clearly the outline of a Tanuki.” His tone is serious, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “And not just any Tanuki, one carrying a stolen rice ball. I’ll have to investigate further.”

You laugh, popping a sweet into your mouth and handing him one without looking. He accepts it easily, never breaking his gaze from the sky.

Another cloud passes. He tilts his head thoughtfully. “Now that one—hm. Looks suspiciously like a pair of geta sandals. I’d say they belong to the rice ball thief’s accomplice.” He pauses dramatically, then grins. “An elaborate conspiracy is afoot, wouldn’t you agree?”