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[byneddiedingo]

Den Ohinata and Takeshi Sakamoto in Passing Fancy (Yasujiro Ozu, 1933)

Cast: Takeshi Sakamoto, Nobuko Fushimi, Den Ohinata, Choko Iida, Tomio Aoki, Reiko Tani, Seiichi Kato. Screenplay: Tadao Ikeda, Yasujiro Ozu. Cinematography: Hideo Shigihara, Shojiro Sugimoto. Film editing: Kazuo Ishikawa. In Passing Fancy we can see Yasujiro Ozu edging, however reluctantly, toward sound. For a silent movie it has an extraordinary number of intertitles, reflecting a stronger reliance on dialogue to carry the story and the relationships of the characters. Ozu even departs from convention on occasion to show a title card before the character has spoken the line. The film also shows more of the development of Ozu's personal style as a director than some of his silent films do: There's a greater reliance on low-angle camerawork, his so-called "tatami shots," and a more frequent use of shots of streets and buildings that don't necessarily carry information about the plot and characters but serve as something like "chapter breaks" in the narrative. But film technique aside, Passing Fancy would be remembered as one of Ozu's most charming early films. Takeshi Sakamoto plays Kihachi -- a character name the actor would retain in other films by Ozu, including A Story of Floating Weeds (1934) and An Inn in Tokyo (1935). The several characters are discrete from one another, although the Kihachi in Passing Fancy bears some resemblance to the one in An Inn in Tokyo in that they are both single parents of a son played by the marvelous child actor Tomio Aoki. (If you're not confused yet, let me also add that in Passing Fancy Aoki is billed as "Tokkan Kozo," the title of a 1929 Ozu short film based on O. Henry's "The Ransom of Red Chief" in which Aoki appeared. Oh, and that in Passing Fancy, the character is named Tomio.) Anyway, Kihachi and Tomio share rundown lodgings with Jiro (Den Ohinata), who works with Kihachi in a brewery. Tomio is a good student, and he's a bit embarrassed by his illiterate and occasionally drunken father. One night, Kihachi and Jiro encounter a young woman, Harue (Nobuko Fushimi), who has just been fired from her job and is looking for a place to stay. Jiro is suspicious that Harue is "no better than she ought to be," as the saying goes, but Kihachi is smitten with her and arranges for her to live with and work for Otome (Choko Iida), a woman who owns a neighborhood bar-restaurant. Kihachi begins to spruce himself up to woo Harue, but she's more attracted to the younger and handsomer Jiro. Eventually, Otome persuades Kihachi that he's too old for Harue and that he should try to get Jiro to return her affections. Then Tomio falls ill and Kihachi is pressed to find a way to pay the medical bills. Ozu's generous humor and genuine affection for his characters suffuses the film, and the splendid rapport of Sakamoto and Aoki as actors provides a special insight into the often volatile father-son relationship. There's a wonderful scene, for example, in which Kihachi slaps Tomio once too often and the boy turns around and begins to pummel his father, who submits, resulting in a deeper understanding between them.

[barcelona-sergei]

Haru Katō: Clandestine

Warning: slight nsfw (intense kissing oop), a bit of swearing. 

Chapter 1 

Word count: 3.3k

Haru’s silent steps brought him over to the hallways. He’s used to these solo missions of his, risking his own life for the sake of justice. His system was clear and his senses heightened, the thumping of his heart in a steady pace and it didn’t block his hearing. Which are all good and needed for his current situation. 

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, clear of any pursuer on his ass. He thought he was the only man in the party who had business intruding the many doors for good deeds but was shocked wrong when he felt someone bump their face to his shoulder: hard. The man whipped his head forward, the action causing whiplash, making Haru unable to form coherent thoughts. No one else should be here. Panic started to seep in his system. 

The fallen body rubbed her nose and tried to pull herself together, her mask leaving her face. The startle caused her to let go of the most precious small piece of technology from her hand. The woman’s eyes darted in every direction to hunt for the small block that contains vital information. Zeroing in her piercing gaze on the USB, she immediately swiped the black slab and tucked it away into her brassiere for safe-keeping. 

Haru opened his mouth to ask if the person was alright from the impact, but his mouth remained hung. His body froze as awe locked his body in place. The woman realized she needed to make the person she bumped into forget about her. She finally cast her gaze upon him, now equally as shocked and stunted as the detective. 

Haru? 

[Y/N]? 

Surprise would have undermined the whole event. The two old friends continued to gawk at the other, unable to process the information shoved to their eyes. 4 whole years have passed between the couple since they had last been in proper contact. To each other’s eyes, the other seemed older and matured since their mid-twenties. Haru’s physique has been blessed throughout the years: taller, broadened shoulders, seems to be toned underneath the suit he wore. Even though a white mask shielded half of his face, his golden eyes were decorated with bags underneath, yet the sheen in them never ceased to lighten up. Still mesmerising. 

As for [Y/N], her beauty remained from their younger days, though now it followed suit with her age. Bone structure prominent, her curvaceous body now paired with tone from her years of training, the suede dress accentuating her ample chest and wide hips. The man is trying to be decent from rudely examining her body, but that damn dress was too tempting. Haru locked eyes with her, nostalgia washing over his mind. He forgot how you can easily be lost in the depthness of [E/C] irises, now sharper and intense. 

Even though the world stilled in their perspective, in reality time still marched on. Voices are heard from the grand hall coming their way. An all too familiar voice rang through [Y/N]’s brain, snapping her out of her daze. The agent moved with determination, grabbing onto Haru’s wrist and pulled his weight to stand up, then dashing into a luckily unlocked door. The woman made her way to the end of the wall, firmly pressing herself against Haru, in order to hide themselves from a man she feared would find her again. 

The detective’s face burned a bright red, able to feel [Y/N]’s figure through her thin dress, taking every bit of willpower from looking down the black article of clothing.

“What in the hell are you doing here, [Y/N]?” Haru finally broke the silence with the strength he could muster. His mind raced over 100 kilometers per hour, coming up with every excuse to why an old friend of his would be in an evil lair brimmed with sex and drugs. 

“That’s my line to ask, Haru-chan,” The agent snapped back, piercing eyes back on his golden ones, her grip on his arms subconsciously tightening, anger and confusion streaming in her blood. He shouldn’t be here. [Y/N] tried to come up with a plausible reason to Haru’s question without blowing her operation entirely. But alas, she couldn’t lie to the man before her and it would be too suspicious if she didn’t tell the truth. 

She sighed, “I’m currently undercover. You’re crashing a confidential operation by the plaza.” Even if Haru was a good cop and works under the law, she couldn’t risk months of hard work and potentially his life. If one wrong word comes out, Haru might be in danger.

In fear of speaking too loud and being busted, she whispered to Haru’s ear, her breath fanning against his neck and he could feel her all too well with his adrenaline-filled senses. The agent is too close to him, alarmingly close, too close for both of their goods. 

[Y/N]’s breath hitched, hearing the man’s dreaded voice from the other side of the wall. The son of the kingpin her squad had been trying to dethrone, Kodama Yashiro, had followed her trail and was now playing hide and seek, seeking the agent. If she could hear his voice, even if it was muffled, this means the son was closing into the room she shoved Haru in with her. Commands from the briefing screamed at her: she cannot be associated with the son no matter the circumstance. Or else her identity would be exposed, pulling her out of the operation and ultimately from her job. 

There was no use in a revealed undercover agent in the force. The only light in this grave problem were the masks the patrons were required to wear, at least making it difficult for Yashiro to track her down outside of the party. 

The doorknob jiggled, immediately sending sirens through both the detective and agent.

“Do you trust me?” The woman asked with pleading eyes to the man before her, just following the first plan that popped into her head. Haru didn’t question the strong bond between them and nodded, his anxiety levels skyrocketing through the roof. His flustered state only grew worse as [Y/N] ripped his suit jacket off his torso and shirt open, trying her best to make Haru look disheveled. 

Grabbing a hold of his hair with her right hand, her left on his cheek, the woman placed her red lips on his cheek at first. Then the other side. Lips trailed along his sharp jawline and then lower, and lower to his neck. The man’s breathing hitched and was unable to put the pieces together in [Y/N]’s plan, his mind fogged from the dire case they’re in and his thoughts focusing on how her open-mouthed kisses felt good on his skin. 

The agent left his coloured neck, opting to place red markings on Haru’s collarbones and chest. The grip in her right hand ruffled his taupe hair, making an unruly mess that indicates a frisky affair was about to go down. She removed her lips from Haru’s skin, giving short relief to the man. [Y/N] stared at her work, making sure the colour red stained his skin. Haru managed to understand the woman’s intentions from her scandalous onslaught, thanking whatever deity that’s watching them that the room is dim enough; or else he would get eaten alive because of the constant red tinge on his cheeks. 

With not much time on their side, [Y/N] commanded Haru: “kiss me.” 

The detective swapped their positions, now the woman was pinned against the wall. Haru looped his arms underneath her thighs, his big hands making themselves home on [Y/N]’s fat ass and pulled the woman off the ground with ease. [Y/N] instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms wound up on his neck, actually impressed how he could effortlessly lift her weight.

Now that the two officials were in a familiar position, Haru dove into plump lips that he was no stranger to. His next movements happened as if it was muscle memory: strongly squeezing [Y/N]’s ass to emit a gasp, snaking his tongue into her mouth and exploring into old territory. 

His wet muscle lapped [Y/N]’s, tracing her canines and made no room for her to dominate. To get back at Haru due to her petty attitude, [Y/N] roughly tugged on the detective’s hair and dragged her nails on his clothed back, earning a rewarding groan from him. Their bodies moved and reacted on instinct, old memories from their academy days crashing in their hazed minds, knowing which places to touch to earn a delicious answer from the other, and memorising their likes and dislikes: the act of making out and fucking practiced to perfection. 

Haru and [Y/N] let down their guards, briefly forgetting what their purpose was in the party. Not to worry, a grim reminder slowly opened the door to their hiding place. The dreaded Kodama Yashiro won the game of hide and seek, though he wouldn’t be too pleased where he found his reward. The woman he sought for against the wall, with another man between her legs and his disgusting mouth corrupting her delicious-looking lips. Rage, shock and revolt instantly soared through the son’s being, his sense of entitlement maximised. 

“Kei, you fucking slut.” The young man spat out her fake name, the derogatory term dripping with what the yakuza son felt. His mouth ran off with anger taking a hold of his brain, mouthing off every single insult you can throw at a woman under the moon. 

“What are you doing with this fucker? You were clearly flirting with me and to think I was about to take you home.” Yashiro went off with his self-entitlement and ego, oblivious to the social standards of the underworld. Too naive and innocent due to his young age, which was quite the irony. 

[Y/N] broke from the unintended heated kiss, leaving her and Haru with heaving chests and a string of saliva between them. The woman whipped her head to right with a daunting smirk, remaining unbothered by Yashiro’s worded harassment. [Y/N] securing her left arm around Haru’s head to hide his handsome face away. 

“I’m not interested in little kids, sweetie. Makes me feel like a creep.” 

The agent boldly sassed with an obvious smile in her tone, making Yashiro reach new heights of rage. This led to another round of assailment but this time with new brutal words, though oddly enough the young man stayed grounded by the door. He was all bark and no bite. [Y/N] tuned out the annoying little brat, rather focusing on repressing her body’s response to Haru’s ministrations. The agent was irked on how the man could play her body by his will. 

However, Yashiro’s harassment towards [Y/N] didn’t fall on deaf ears. Haru was the one who let the insults get to him, getting ticked off with every word that left the bastard’s filthy mouth and desperately wanted to deck the motherfucker in the face. How dare that bastard insult [Y/N].

Soon the agent noticed Haru’s growing anger, due to his tightening grip on her ass. As much as she felt aroused, she knew an angry Haru would end up in a fist fight and a failed operation. She squeezed his torso with her legs and ran her fingers through his taupe locks, just the way he likes, catching his attention. 

The woman once again secured her arm around Haru’s head, gently pushing his face into her neck, being extra careful that his identity wouldn’t be recognized by the kingpin’s son. God forbid it happens, but if that event occurs, it should be her face that should be revealed. 

“Don’t listen to him. Focus on me.” The agent whispered into Haru’s left ear, trying her best to keep her tone low and words to a limit. The man raced through other solutions that involved shutting up the blabbering boy, but sighed in defeat and complied to [Y/N]’s command. 

Haru placed a kiss right beneath her ear, in their body language translating into understanding. So he did just that, Haru’s mouth left searing hot kisses as he followed the flow of the woman’s neck and went down south. Now he purely focused on pleasing her, trusting in [Y/N]’s skills to get them out of there. 

From his experience with her, the woman liked this particular spot to be cared for. Relying on his memory, Haru paid extra attention at the base of her neck and just above her collarbone: what he remembered to be her sweet spot. Haru gave another chaste kiss before sinking his teeth on the soft skin. As [Y/N] was trying to drive off the persistent pest, a genuine gasp emitted from her mouth, legs trembling around the man between them. 

A discreet smirk crawled up to Haru’s lips, soothing the prominent teeth imprint with the lick of his tongue. His ego inflated a tad, though the man smacked himself mentally and questioned himself on why he should be proud about that. 

This was getting out of hand, he wanted [Y/N] to put that idiot in place already. 

The Kodama Yashiro finally shut up. His anger was beyond saving but he felt frustrated to no end. One, he was completely ignored by the woman he was trying to snatch and take up to his place. Hell, she admitted she didn’t find him attractive at all, not once in his life did a woman ever reject him like tonight. Two, some dumb brunette managed to win over his target. Yashiro embedded to his soul what little features the brunette looked like. 

With that, the yakuza son left in utter defeat. 

Haru and [Y/N] let out the breaths they didn't know they held and finally relaxed from such a tense moment. The two officials met eyes once more, before sighing in relief. Awkwardness thankfully didn’t hang in the atmosphere, after all the officials felt at home in each other’s arms. 

“We should stay longer, we don’t want to be too suspicious.” Haru suggested, closing his eyes in content with [Y/N]’s digits fixing his hair and dress shirt. The detective returned the favor by brushing back [Y/N]’s stray hairs and into her slick, straightened hair. They needed to at least look decent before going out to the public again, but messy enough to give the message that there is an afterparty once they leave. 

“I’ll explain myself more when we leave. There might be ears around us.” 

The two stood in silence in order to consider the factors that happened in their respective missions. Then Haru felt warmth on his body again, being hugged by the woman. She buried her face in his neck this time, and muttered to his skin:

“I haven’t seen you for so long, I actually missed you.” 

The initial shock wore off in an instant, Haru lightly chuckling and reciprocated the hug. The events happened in a reversed sequence but neither of them were complaining. Haru caught a whiff of [Y/N]’s scent, still chocolate and coconut. Some things don’t change no matter how many years have passed. Both parties were glad 4 years didn’t estrange their relationship. 

Once enough time passed, the two released each other from the hug. Haru placed his suit jacket over her shoulders, fighting some of the chill the night came with. [Y/N] took a hold of Haru’s arm and enveloped it around herself, having the excuse to display their status as a couple. Though that excuse she wanted to be true someday. Receiving no protests from the man, the pseudo-couple left the room and walked their way to the exit of the building. 

Upon setting foot of the grounds outside the proximity of the grand hall, the two officials dashed away and to [Y/N]’s car, finally driving away from the evil lair. The agent was the first one to speak again: 

“My operation is to take down a drug syndicate. This was one of the main bases.” 

Her explanation was brief and rather vague, but that was all the information she could offer to Haru. But the man was satisfied with her answer, his irrational fears ceased and his mind at ease. 

“What about you? Wasn’t expecting to see you there,” [Y/N] chortled. Haru smiled at the light mood, mayhaps the cute giggle from the agent. 

“Your beloved suitor is actually my target.” [Y/N] raised her eyebrows in amusement, sighing as she drove to Haru’s apartment. Haru’s compliance could speed things up in the operation, the woman mulling over her report for tomorrow morning. It was decided in her heart that it would be beneficial to have Haru’s hands on deck, with a tinge of personal wants. 

“I’ll figure things out from my end first, then I’ll let you know anything that could be of use. But I have one favor to ask.” The detective fully turned his body to [Y/N], his attention once again one hundred percent on her. 

“Promise me you’ll keep everything you know to yourself, Haru-chan.” The agent briefly looked over to the man in her passenger seat, holding out her pinky. Her eyes focused on the road again, feeling Haru’s warm hand engulf her smaller one. He untangled her fingers and drew her hand closer to his face, planting a tender kiss on the back of [Y/N]’s hand. A silent agreement that was stronger than a string of words in their relationship. What started out as a joke to take a jab turned into a plight. 

The rest of the drive was relatively silent, both officials exhausted from a high-stake predicament. Through the power of overspeeding in empty roads, soon Haru’s apartment came into view. The poor man was in and out of sleep as he sloppily got out of the car. 

“Goodnight, [Y/N]-kun.” Haru waved with his hand a goodnight, a shit eating grin appearing on his handsome features. The woman huffed out in disbelief and flipped him off with a smile, forgetting about her nickname from the detective. Haru entered his home, hearing the car engine get further and further away. 

As much as he would love to knock out and sleep right at the genkan, he determined himself to at least wash up and change out of the darn suit. Haphazardly stripping off the stolen clothes, Haru’s eyes landed on his profile and instantly turned into a piping hot tomato.

[Y/N]’s lipstick stains stood out against his olive complexion. The man violently shook his head, as if the action would remove the risqué events of the night from his mind. Or his lewd memories of the woman writhing underneath him. 

Haru slapped both sides of his face simultaneously, harsh enough to leave imprints of his hand. The man hardened his resolve to focus on taking a shower and ultimately hit the stacks for the night. 

[Y/N] drove up to her secluded villa, exhausted out of her mind. With little mind power left, she somehow successfully asked the commissioner to have a meeting with the Investigation Division 1 Chief: Takei Katsuhiro. Her plan was to persuade both men in agreeing to let her favorite detective to participate in the large operation, for many good reasons and not just her bias.  

After cleansing her entire body and washing up her face, the woman noticed the line of love bites littered from her neck to her collarbones. A hand touched the bruised skin, chuckling at herself and shaking her head; glad to run into her ‘good friend’ again. 

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[barcelona-sergei]

Haru Katō : Clandestine

disclaimer: this short fanfic is based only on the 2 episodes of FKB:U that has been aired so far. the events and some characters are solely my work and no spoilers from the actual series. if i have misjudged the characters mentioned once new episodes are released, please kindly understand. 

Chapter 2 

Word count: 5.3k  

The detective woke up from his deep slumber. Dazed, he did his usual routine for work then. Buttoning one of his white dress shirts, sloppily doing his tie, slipping on his grey slacks, belt, his cozy brown jacket and styling his bed hair into something presentable. Upon slipping on his dress shoes, Haru drove off to his workplace. 

Parking his car near the headquarters with a tumbler of coffee, Haru was not aware of his surroundings just yet. Sleep still resting in his brain. A car had been tailing the tired policeman, stalkers of his hiding their faces. 

[Y/N] strutted her way to the headquarters of the metropolitan police department to have a meeting with the chief and her commissioner. Her unprompted partner from the night before came into her line of sight, letting a small smile grace her beautiful face. About to raise her hand to wave at Haru, her peripheral caught another familiar face from the party. 

A not so welcome and friendly face. 

The woman examined the tailing car, concluding that the faces of the two men belong to the kingpin’s son, Kodama Yashiro, and a dog under him. She questioned and cursed in her mind, how the fuck did they find us so fast? 

Hopefully it was just a coincidence, rather than hunting her beloved Haru. 

[Y/N] hastily moved towards Haru to meet at the entrance of headquarters, startling the detective. The cogs in his brain still aren’t warmed up enough to function properly. She hooked her arm through Haru’s and harshly pulled the man against her once more, using the wall of the building as a shield. 

“[Y/N]?!” Haru yelled incredulously and stared at the agent with wide eyes. 

But the agent didn’t pay attention to him. Taking a peek from behind the wall, [Y/N] confirmed her unfortunate suspicions. She took out her phone and discreetly snapped pictures of the two men, as proof for her upcoming meeting. Now her plan to make Haru join the operation solidified. The woman wordlessly kept their linked arms, walking inside the headquarters for safekeeping. 

Now in their shielded work environment, [Y/N] snatched her arm away with a deep frown, upset eyes staring into Haru’s golden ones. The man swallowed thickly, tensing underneath the intimidating gaze from the woman’s. Her mauve lips moved, “Haru-chan, did you know you were being followed?” 

The man was sweating bullets at this point, he couldn’t recollect any signs of being tailed this morning to save his life, literally. Taking his silence as an answer, the agent clicked her tongue and led the way to Haru’s office. 

“Who was following me?” Haru sheepishly asked, one other question itching to come out. But he held his tongue and just accepted [Y/N]’s presence in headquarters. “My dearest, Kodama Yashiro and one of his men were the ones following you,” [Y/N] handed her unlocked phone, Haru instantly recognizing the men in the picture. 

“HAH? How did they find me already?” Haru’s outburst caught his colleagues’ attention, his question falling quieter with each word. “I’m not too sure. I just hope it was a coincidence they saw you in the streets then followed,” [Y/N] thought out loud. The agent eyed the tumbler in the detective’s hand, desperately needing caffeine to fuel her brain due to the turn of events. Haru followed her gaze down to his hand. 

“And I’m here to meet with Takei-san and the commissioner.” She continued, answering his non-verbal question. It’s as if she could read his mind. Haru mutely nodded and handed his slightly sipped drink, the woman gratifyingly taking a swig of the energizing beans. The woman before him stopped in front of his designated office, opening the door. 

“I’ll see you later, if this meeting goes well,” she motioned for him to enter, the man nodding as an understanding and a farewell, coffee now back in his hand. The door shut behind him, Haru instantly felt prying eyes on him. Shunned silence… “What?” 

“WHAT? That’s it? Are you not gonna explain who that hot babe is?!” Kamei screeched as the detective sat down at his desk. His over-dramatic choice of friends might be the death of him. Haru shrugged, “she’s an acquaintance.” The detective very much so lied, for [Y/N] was nowhere near an acquaintance. But he needed to tread lightly on this topic because it may come back and bite him in the ass. 

“Yeah right! I heard her say ‘see you later.’” The blond detective air quoted with a high-pitched voice to mimic a woman’s, exaggerating [Y/N]’s farewell. Haru could only roll his eyes at the dramatic blond, “just get back to work Kamei.” 

But Kamei scoffed in response, “you’re really gonna say that? Am I the only one who cares about this?” The blond man’s outburst was met with silence from his co-workers. No one was actually listening to his and Haru’s bickering. 

Kamei sighed in defeat and grudgingly went back to work. 

“I have successfully transferred files to this hard-drive from one of the main bases,” the agent slid the brown sealed bag towards her superiors. The authoritative men nodded in approval and the commissioner put away the vital piece for their operation. 

“About Inspector Katō, my suspicions were proven correct right before we clocked in this morning. Kodama Yashiro and one dog stalked the Inspector.” Chief Takei visibly and the commissioner rubbed his temples. Commissioner Mitsuhiro leaned forward from his couch, “what do you propose to do, agent?” 

The cunning woman repressed a satisfied smirk, her plan laying out right before her. “Let Inspector Katō join us. I strongly believe he is reliable, he can be an asset in this operation. A positive effect is I can protect him the entire operation, which I promise on my badge.” [Y/N] laid out her proposal with confidence, cowering away now won’t get her anywhere with the brass. 

Her words weighed heavily on both men, silent quick thinking to outweigh the pros and cons of the agent’s proposition. Chief Takei deeply thought about his precious subordinate, if he was risking Haru’s wellbeing by accepting. 

“In my opinion, I do not see any flaws for the Inspector to join and I am confident in my agent. It is your final decision Takei-dono, he is one of your men.” The attention now shifted on Chief Takei’s thinking form. The chief removed his hand from his face and straightened his back, giving a slight nod to the agent in front of him: 

“We’ll make it a collaboration between the detective division and the cipher pol division.” 

Satisfied, [Y/N] leaned back on her designated seat. Chief Takei dialled the detective division and commanded instructions through the phone. 

“Katō-kun, Kambe. Make your way to Takei-kun’s office please.” Chief Kiyomazu states with cheer, before tinkering away with his plastic model ship. Haru sighed and led the way to the Division 1 head office, with Daisuke stepping next to the taller detective. 

“Your acquaintance has good taste,” Daisuke oddly commented. “What?” Haru’s eyebrow arched in question, weirded out that the rich short stack made small talk. Reasons beyond Haru’s mind, his annoyance against Kambe doubled with that comment towards his ‘acquaintance.’ 

“The Valentino cape. Looks flattering on her.” 

“Thanks…?”

The small talk awkwardly died, for the two men arrived at the door of the Division 1 head office. The taupe-haired detective knocked twice and immediately received a muffled approval to enter. Speaking of the devil, the woman with the supposed Valentino cape sat on one of the couches. [Y/N] locked eyes with bright golden ones that she dearly loves, then catching the gaze of piercing blue eyes, the infamous Kambe she did her research on. 

“Let’s rid of formalities. Inspector Katō, due to your involvement with Cipher Pol’s operation against the yakuza Kodama Yoshio, Commissioner Mitsuhiro and I agreed for you to join.” The hairs on the back of Haru’s neck stood at Chief Takei’s command. The detective doesn’t know if he’s excited, confused or scared of this outcome. [Y/N] and Kambe? He might actually go crazy. 

“You will be working with the main squad to take down the final boss. Inspector Kambe you will be working with the tactical team in destroying the farms, your work was impressive with the drug cases of celebrities.” Haru nodded stiffly, glancing towards the scheming woman. [Y/N] returned his glance with a hidden smirk. Daisuke let out a small smirk and nodded, excited for his new assignment to test out new technology. 

“You will be briefed once you arrive at your respective teams. Your participation immediately begins today, don’t slack off at this important collaboration.” Chief Takei firmly commanded, face darkened with seriousness. Both men thought the meeting was over, before the commissioner spoke: 

“This is a confidential operation, only personnel in this room, your respective squads and your original division are aware of this case. If a single breath is leaked, you will be faced with irreversible consequences.” 

The atmosphere in the room grew incredibly heavier with Commissioner Mitsuhiro’s grim threat. The police officials remained in silence, until Chief Takei cleared his throat, “one more thing, Inspector Katō.” 

“This is what you get for being such a stickler to justice and sticking your nose in other people’s business, your life’s in danger!” Kamei scolded as Haru’s ears were about to fall off. The rest of his co-workers looked at him with such worry. Nonetheless the detective continued packing his things from his desk. 

“If you’re not gonna help me pack then don’t make this harder for me and shut up.” Haru huffed with annoyance, earning an equally annoyed huff back from his blond friend. He could still feel the concerned gazes on him. Mahoro finally broke into loud wails that she’s been fighting off, flinging herself unto Haru. The detective stumbled back, a light blush dusting his cheeks from the sudden contact. 

“Katō-kun! You have to be really careful ok?!” Mahoro cried out. Haru awkwardly patted the small woman’s back, quite unsure how to comfort a crying Mahoro. A frail hand petted Haru’s messy locks, the respected detective Nakamoto gently looking up to Haru: “You must come back to us alive and well.” 

Haru chuckled at his colleagues’ overreaction, “to ease your minds, I’ve been assigned a security detail. They’ll keep me safe.” As if she functions life clockwork, the aforementioned security detail opened the office door. Now all eyes are on the mysterious woman. 

[Y/N] scanned the shabby office, her blank expression turning to a deep frown the second time today. Her sharp eyes zeroed on the pink-haired woman’s arms that were around someone too comfortably, igniting the ugly emotion of jealousy through the agent’s veins. Haru could see the dark fiery aura emitting from [Y/N]’s body, puzzled why the woman was in such a bad mood.  

With the shake of her head, the woman kept her emotions in check and rid of such a childish feeling. She then proceeded to display her badge, “My code name is Agent Velia. I am here to escort Inspector Katō as a security detail and to provide safekeeping. Pleasure to meet you.” The woman bowed after her introduction. 

Much to [Y/N]’s delight, Mahoro removed herself from Haru to shake hands with [Y/N]. The detectives crowded around the agent, one by one introducing themselves. Then bombarded the poor agent with questions that she either couldn’t answer due to confidentiality or to protect her identity and lectures on keeping the beloved Haru safe. 

“Alright everyone, stop interviewing her. We have to go, we’ll be off now!” With loud protests from his colleagues, Haru exclaimed his farewell and grabbed [Y/N]’s hand to escape from the noisy bunch. 

“For your maximum comfort, you have the choice where to stay. You can remain in your own place but that means I stay there with you.” [Y/N] explained the protocol of security detailing as the couple walked to the rear exit of the headquarters, the destination being [Y/N]’s ride. It was decided to leave his car for a while in the care of the department, having a high risk of being tailed. 

The man silently contemplated his decision. His place isn’t exactly a top notch residential space. Decently safe area, only a few drug deals here and there, his apartment could put up a fight from break-ins and has livable facilities. 

“Let’s go to my place first.” 

Ah, his worries about his place became evident as the two officials stepped foot in the genkan. Having two people removing their footwear at the same time was rather cramped. The hallway was even a bit too narrow. The agent noticed how the doorknob easily rattled. She noticed the dainty windows that are spelled out as an entrance to intruders. The living room was not spacious enough to run from an attacker. A flimsy door that’s supposed to be a barricade to the single bedroom from the rest of the apartment. 

The woman didn’t want to judge her friend’s living condition, but it was far from ideal for a safe home. Haru didn’t need to hear her words to know this wasn’t the safest place for his life. “Haru.” The man turned to look at her. 

“We can stay at my house.” If you’d like… Haru finished the sentence for her. The two didn’t need long winded explanations from the other, what they shared in the past simply enough to know what’s on the other’s mind. The detective nodded and went inside his bedroom. Normally he’d be a stubborn spitfire and immediately refuse such a bogus suggestion. Heck, even he wouldn’t want a security detail watching his every move. 

Though his childishness knows a limit. He’s neck deep in a life threatening matter. Sure, being in the front lines is already a near death experience, but being targeted by the yakuza was a whole new level of experience. The man may be stubborn, but he knows to put absolute trust in [Y/N], no matter what.

[Y/N] examined the living room and settled her gaze on a picture frame. She stepped closer and held the frame, nostalgia crashing through her. A photograph of their graduation day. Her and Haru in their police uniforms, styled to the nines and saluted the camera man. The woman let loose a good old smile, the same one as the photograph staring back at her, touched that the detective still treasured their memories together. 

She was relieved she wasn’t alone. 

Haru silently stared at [Y/N], golden eyes softening with upturned lips. She still had the carbon copy fox smile of hers, canines slightly peeking from her plush lips and her eyes expressing the smile too. 

“We ready to go?” The detective broke the ambience, startling the agent a tiny bit. She turned to look at him, though she didn’t bother hiding the grin from her face, which he was truly grateful for. He wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, cause he thought her [E/C] eyes sparkled more. If that was even possible. 

“Is that all you need?” [Y/N] gawked at the singular large duffel bag on the detective’s shoulder. Haru shrugged, “dress shirts, slacks, underwear, toiletries and pajamas. Just the necessities.” The woman scoffed with disbelief, “Haru-chan you know this operation can take a month or more.” 

“You have a washing machine and dryer don’t you?” The man answered back with retort, leading the way out of his apartment with the woman towing behind. “Dear, hate to break it to you but we have a dress policy. I’ll purchase a few suits for you.” Now it was Haru’s turn to click his tongue in annoyance, [Y/N]’s words reminded him too much of a certain black-haired man. 

“One is fine. I have an old suit I can wear.” 

“And you need a whole wardrobe of disguises whenever we go undercover or in public.” 

“[Y/N]-kun, I’ll make do with my own purchased clothes.” The woman could only bite her tongue against Haru’s frugality. 

“No this is for your safety too. I have a friend who can give us a discount. We’re settling you first in my house then we’re going shopping. No arguments.” [Y/N] stated with finality and slamming the trunk shut, strutting to the driver’s seat before Haru could process her command. The man opened his mouth in protest, then just closing it again: speechless. Indeed he had no arguments, so he sat in the passenger seat in defeat. 

The small dispute between the officials ended with the agent as the victor. 

The drive felt short as the two filled in the other of the past 4 years of each other’s lives, with a hint of banter and casual flirting. Soon enough, the car entered a secluded hill then the agent’s villa came into the picture. [Y/N] entered the garage, killing the engines. Haru could only let his jaw hang and marvel at the impressive building [Y/N] called home. The officials emerged from the garage into the main foyer with Haru’s belongings in hand. 

“Xander, with me, is Inspector Katō. He will be living here indefinitely. Make sure to recognize his face.” [Y/N] spoke to no one in particular, immensely confusing the hell out of the man. Kinda scared him because he didn’t want his face to be documented. 

“Don’t worry Haru-chan, Xander is a personalized virtual assistant from a friend in the technology division. He’s kinda a robot butler cause I don’t want to hire one.” [Y/N] explained as if it was the most common thing to own in the world. Haru just dumbly nodded. 

“Now let’s give you a tour of the Veila Villa!” The agent exclaimed with excitement and tugged the detective along. In the span of 30 minutes, Haru’s mind couldn’t comprehend how one woman could own such an automated grand home. Damn, his bank account was ashamed. It slightly irked him how [Y/N]’s home really reminded him of a certain flashy detective. 

The tour ended in Haru’s appointed room. It was bigger than his whole apartment. The detective plopped down on the cloudy king-sized bed, feeling the mattress dip above his head. Haru turned his head towards the high-ceiling windows. The second floor gave a fantastic view of the small woods that expanded to the cityscape. 

“How’d you manage to get this awesome place?” Haru asked quietly, entranced by the blue skies and floating clouds. [Y/N] let out a sigh and lay on her side, hand supporting her head. “The technology is from amazing friends, I agreed to be their guinea pig. As for the lot, the government offered it to me as compensation, as long as it can be a safe environment to experiment new inventions…” The woman answered with minute hesitance, which the man caught on to. 

[Y/N]’s hand found itself playing with taupe locks, as she pondered whether to shut up now or tell Haru the whole truth. Haru relaxed under the gentle touches of the woman and waited patiently for her to finish her story. 

“I nearly died twice undercover,” [Y/N] trailed off somberly. Terrifying memories flashed through her mind in an instant, but she felt numb. Her heart no longer clenched in pain nor did her body remember agonizing inflictions. Haru’s eyes enlarged and immediately sat up. He looked down on the lying form of the woman, looking for the sparkle in her eyes. But was met with dulled pairs. 

Haru stroked her soft tresses and lay down in front of [Y/N], then enveloping his arms around her body. Haru pulled her close. [Y/N] closed her eyes and delved in Haru’s comforting body warmth, placing her hands on his toned chest. The detective’s hand ran through the long locks of the agent, as if time was turned back for the couple, this scene of comfort replayed. 

Serenity dwelled in their presence. 

“Do you want to eat first?” The woman whispered into his chest, afraid to ruin the peaceful atmosphere. The man nodded, “I’ll make something.” The woman’s heart leaped in joy, about to taste the legendary cooking of Katō Haru once again. 

The detective led the way to the kitchen, like he owned the villa, rummaging through the stocked fridge then setting to whip up a meal. [Y/N] placed herself on one of the stools of the kitchen island, face resting in her hands to watch the man do his thing. 

“Why’d you get such a big place?” Haru piqued with interest, spreading the oil on the pan. The woman’s cheeks dusted with pink and turned away to hide her blushing face from the man. Haru wouldn’t miss it for the world to see the usually collected [Y/N] to be flustered, laughing at her reaction. 

“Why are you pink? Is it that embarrassing?” 

The woman fanned herself with her hands and exhaled a breath to calm herself. “Kicking out the government, I plan to live here with the love of my life and have a family.” [Y/N] locked eyes with Haru, in her heart every word was meant just for him. Haru’s eyes dilated, the same pink gracing his cheeks and the hairs on his nape stood in attention. He was now flustered too, drinking up [Y/N]’s every word to heart. 

“Oh what the hell, it's not even worth getting worked up on. That’s a normal thing to want.” Haru plated their meals. 

“It is a bit. I’m already twenty-nine but marriage seems like a fever dream for me.” [Y/N] helped bring their meals to the dining table. The man made a mental note of that, having an idea of a plan for the end of the operation. 

The two officials ate their lunch, the woman complimenting the man’s impeccable cooking skills. Soon enough they hit the road again, the destination to [Y/N]’s frequented boutique. “[Y/N]-kun you really don’t have to do this.” Haru whined in protest as the agent entered a rather boujee automated revolving door. 

The two officials are now surrounded by rows, mannequins and racks of lavish articles of clothing. The detective felt he stuck out like a sore thumb in the boutique. It should be the damned Kambe who should be looking at the gorgeous suits, not some poor wannabe. He felt a tug, twice, from the agent, meaning to pay attention up a head. 

“Veila-chan!” A woman exuberantly bellowed and  appeared before the officials, dolled up with beautiful fabrics that probably cost more than Haru’s car. [Y/N] walked into the open arms of the stylish woman, hugging each other tightly and giving kisses on each cheek. A rather strange greeting in the detective’s books. 

“Chisato-san! Long time no see.” [Y/N] greeted back with the same energy. Both women giggled and quickly caught up, leaving Haru in his own world. The agent grabbed a hold of Haru’s shoulder and introduced him to her friend, “Chisato-san, meet Inspector Katō Haru, Inspector meet my dear friend Chisato-san. She owns this boutique and the designer friend I was talking about.” 

The two adults bowed to each other. The eyes of Chisato-san examined Haru closely, the detective under exceptional discomfort. “We’re actually here for Haru, we need a few suits and outfits.” [Y/N] requested from her friend. The fashion designer yelped in joy and clapped her hands, “I’ll take good care of him!” 

Haru was dragged away from [Y/N], the agent waving towards him with a mischievous smile, Chisato-san instructing him to pick different colour palettes and styles of his preference. It amazed him how Chisato-san worked like a bot, once receiving his preferences, the fashion designer zoomed off to piece outfits together. 

The detective found himself by himself in a well-lit dressing room with at least ten customised outfits on the hooks. Haru sighed for the umpteenth time today, discarding his own clothes, unable to win against [Y/N]. He donned on his first suit out of many, striped with thin white lines. The man looked dashing, if he could say so himself. 

The detective emerged from the dressing room and looked at the agent straight away, wanting her approval. Well, he definitely got more than enough of an approval. [Y/N]’s blown out eyes drank the sight in front of her, the pink on her cheeks deepening every minute. Haru sauntered towards the fitting platform, as though it was a runway show. 

Haru relished for being the reason for [Y/N]’s flustered state. Set on exploiting her reaction, the man put on a smug expression with a hand pushing back his hair and his other in his pocket. His actions definitely had an impact, now the woman’s face a nice shade of pink with a hand covering half her face. The man knew how to elicit a beautiful reaction from her. 

Stepping on the fitting platform, Haru fully surveyed his form in the suit on the wall of mirrors. Him and Chisato-san discussed the quirks of the suit and what to alter, whilst [Y/N] was in the world of her own, checking out the detective. 

That is one fine ass… 

The fervent tension between the officials did not go past Chisato-san. The designer couldn’t exactly put her finger on her wandering thoughts about Haru. But upon seeing her dear friend’s loud expressions, the puzzle pieces matched. She could see what Haru was trying to do, for Chisato-san also loved to see a rare flustered [Y/N]. 

“I was wondering earlier why you sounded familiar, Inspector.” Chisato-san caught Haru’s attention as he appeared with a new suit on. “Why do I sound familiar?” Haru stretched out his arms, as Chisato-san pinned certain areas of the fabric to adjust. 

The designer had an evil smirk etched in her eyes and smile, as she and [Y/N] glared at each other through the mirror. The woman finally snapped out of her daze and was fully listening to the conversation. 

And she did not like Chisato-san’s evil expression. 

“Well, I was always wondering why [Y/N] stayed single throughout our entire five years of friendship. Without fail she turned down my offers of blind dates or mixers. I thought she only wasted her beauty and personality by seeing no one.” 

Ah, [Y/N] was right on the dot. Her dear friend was about to expose her and there was no stopping her. The woman felt cold sweats on her forehead and her breathing hitched. Flirting and using each other’s body to relieve stress was one thing, but a flat out confession was a whole new level. Haru nodded along to Chisato-san’s story.

“One day she told me stories of her academy days, specifically mentioning one trainee that stuck through thick and thin with her. She gushed on and on about how heroic, how strong and how handsome he was. Veila-chan sounded so cute, like she was a highschool girl. That was when I found out that one hero held her heart.” 

[Y/N] wanted to commit numerous crimes on her dear friend right on the spot. She did not care if she was sent to prison for a lifetime. The designer exaggerated and romanticized their memory together way too much. The story she told was as good as [Y/N] confessing to Haru she loved him for five years now. 

The woman was afraid that it would turn their relationship sour, things between them becoming painstakingly awkward, especially now that they have to live with each other for an uncertain period. She desperately didn’t want to find out Haru’s reaction, but that would back up Chisato-san’s story if she shied away. 

It wouldn’t take an idiot to understand that the strong, handsome and heroic trainee [Y/N] squealed about was indeed him, Katō Haru. Judging by the beet red tone of her face, Haru’s doubts of the story ceased to exist. Excitement and gladness coursed through his body, a hue of pink across his cheeks as a physical sign. How he wished he could jump, clack his heels and shout in celebration. 

Though the detective settled with a bright smile on his features. He caught [Y/N]’s eye for a millisecond, before she whipped her head to the side. The man just chuckled, finding her hidden timidity adorable. 

With the swipe of [Y/N]’s black card, ten bags on each person, the officials made their merry way back out of the boutique with Chisato-san’s farewells. “I know she’s supposed to be protecting you, but take care of her well, Katō-san.” Chisato-san spoke to Haru in confidence. Haru chuckled and nodded, the two adults bowing to each other as a goodbye. [Y/N] blew her a flying kiss, before racing out of the area. Haru didn’t dare speak of the incident, waiting for a better chance to tease [Y/N] about it. 

After shopping in a few more boutiques and eating dinner, the officials went back to [Y/N]’s home. Shopping and being on his feet all day, Haru felt a new type of exhaustion. The massaging shower of his guest room eased off the day’s events, the new set of silk pajamas [Y/N] bought felt soft against his skin. 

Finishing drying his hair, Haru tucked himself under the cozy blankets. Upon hearing soft knocks on his door, he sat up against the headboard and gave permission for [Y/N] to enter. “Cozy?” The woman inquired with a smile, making her way towards the large windows. Haru nodded in response, hiding a yawn behind his palm. 

The blinds whirred down by the buttons of the remote, [Y/N] briefly explaining the functions of the device. “I’m in the room beside you, don’t hesitate to knock if you need anything.” [Y/N] offered her hospitality as she put away the remote. Haru watched her move, contemplating whether he should put his plan into action or not. 

“Goodnight, Haru-chan.” The woman honoured Haru with a soft smile. It’s now and or never. His hand flew to grab a hold of her wrist, stopping the woman from leaving. [Y/N] froze and peered down to their point of contact, confusion occupying her mind. Wordlessly, Haru shifted to make room and towed [Y/N] in his bed. Pulling the blankets over their bodies, the man encased the woman in his arms. 

[Y/N] was about to satirize Haru’s actions but became awestruck. Her mouth flew shut. His brilliant eyes held melancholy and such tenderness. She felt a warm hand caress the side of her face, the woman can melt under his gaze and touches. 

“I don’t like the way you gained this house. I don’t like how you had to recover from near-death experiences alone.” Haru spoke softly, playing with the tresses framing [Y/N]’s face. 

Haru’s hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her against his chest, “I promise I’ll be by your side...” the man stroked her hair. 

“Through thick and thin.” 

The man ended his covenant to the woman with a gentle kiss pressed to her hair. His words and affection swayed her heart vastly that she could cry. She placed her hand on his chest as an answer of accord, soft and steady thumps of his heart at her fingertips. 

She thought she was already deep in. But she fell further in her feelings for the man who’s holding her dearly.  Though it was reciprocated.

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