Takumi looked away, annoyed. Kirishima carefully placed the spoon next to the bowl, giving Blair a big smile. Then she wandered off to another table.

Blair started eating, and to Takumi`s surprise, she didn`t bother to give him a look. Not until the whole bowl of ice cream was finished, which took no time at all, that she looked up, showing Takumi her cream-splattered face. Suddenly realizing it, Blair nervously wiped her lips and coughed:

“W-Well… I see that you are very observant. And although I don`t know all about you, I do know two things: you are capable of assisting us on our investigations.”

“And the other thing?” Takumi didn`t hide how fed up he felt.

“You have grown a lot, Takumi. It`s good to see you again.”

“Eh…?” He became confused for real.

“I think you do know Mr Billy McRaven?”

Takumi remembered the last time he met the man, a few days after the time he jumped off his balcony and got into the hospital. He was someone Takumi could trust.

“Yes, he was my dad`s higher-up and a close friend too.” He decided to brag” We joined his family playing airsoft a lot when I was a kid.” Takumi opened his eyes wide just as he finished his sentence, and was so surprised that he spoke in his mother`s tongue:

“Uso![No way!] You are that Harambe nee-san!?” And he abruptly covered his mouth.

“Huh?”

“Ah… Uh… Nothing! You are really Admiral McRaven`s daughter!” [Uhm… I love his speech a lot so…]

“So back to business. Is there anything helpful you can tell me?”

Takumi didn`t bother with courtesy anymore and went ahead:

“A female officer. Working at … station, the place you last saw me. She is definitely hiding something.”

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

“How can you be sure? You are talking about an officer after all.” Blair asked, just to be sure.

“Officer Chikafusa Inoue. I saw her acting strange twice. The first time was when I was asking for information about that crazy serial killer case. She stopped me from entering the files room, when another officer told me to go ahead just before. The second time was recent, when me and my friend was giving information on Kenichi`s case. She clearly stood behind us and watched, before panicking away. Well you were doing the same, so you should have noticed.”

“Certainly. The girl panicked away, and spilled her coffee on me. Cost me a damn shirt.”

An American rock song played[Blue Stahli`s song from chap 50 xD], and Blair picked up her call. After saying “yes” multiple times, she hung off and told Takumi she had to go to work. They said their goodbye and the good looking male student went home.

At home, Kyoya has just finished his own homework. Closing his notebooks, the shounen went for his closet. He changed into the tracksuit and pulled out his 150 kilos standing Bob dummy from the corner. Kyoya started shadow boxing on the thing, specifically drilling on his fast sidekicks, commonly called cut kicks. The sound of bones striking hard rubber echoed. [It sounds kinda identical to a 9mm]

When he leaned his heel on the wall to stretch, a slight bit of resistance was felt, though he did it all the way. It`s been two months since he started training seriously again.

Having finished his indoor workout, Kyoya wiped his sweat and got outside for a run.

The streets he usually ran had always been shrouded in shadows. A few lamp posts flickered here and there, adding to the silence of this area.

He preferred it anyways.

The rate of drug-related crimes has increased lately. That was proven true when Kyoya saw a bunch of people playing around with white powder with his good eyesight. Slowing down to lower his profile, he approached them.

They seemed to be a bunch of dropouts. Nothing too serious, but not acceptable either. After a few thuds and ouches, the four of them were lying on the ground, still high. Kyoya sneered:

“It`s because of you scums that the police can`t work on something else. Get lost for good.”

And then he continued his run.

10:00 pm. Kyoya opened the door to his house. Kura didn`t care too much when he greeted her. Her son has had the habit to go running at night since he was 11. Maybe if Kura was more mature back then she would`ve stopped him, but at this time they lived in a safe neighborhood, so she still didn`t care.

Kyoya proceeded to work on his core and abs in his room, until he was completely exhausted.

Inside the pitch black room, where all lights were off to save money, Kyoya lied flat on the floor, breathing hard. Sweat poured out from his burning muscles, soaked through the tank top inside before stopping at his tracksuit. Not a sound could be heard but his own breathing. Kyoya lied still in the darkness, his eyes wide open.