"What happened to your face, Itachi?"
With vivid red hair and a neat crew cut, Nagato looked at Itachi and asked curiously.
"Nothing, Senior Nagato," Itachi replied, forcing a smile onto his face.
Only this guy, who had no sense at all, had asked him along the way. He was as enthusiastically annoying as ever.
Nagato raised his eyebrows and winked repeatedly, elbowing Itachi in the waist. With a lewd, greasy grin, he whispered, "Your cute girlfriend hit you, right? It's okay. Just coax her a little more. That's all it takes with girls."
You say that as if you have a lot of experience. An older, single man who can't even find a girlfriend has no business teaching me.
Itachi gave him a polite yet awkward smile.
What rotten luck.
Nagato enthusiastically put an arm around Itachi and walked with him toward the squad office. The busy office was filled with people coming and going, presenting a lively scene.
"Good! Let's put on our game faces and work hard today too!"
Senior Asuma was as energetic as ever.
Itachi also threw himself into work as usual.
After a busy day, nothing particularly noteworthy happened.
The two policewomen nearby whispered to each other, occasionally sneaking glances at Itachi at his workstation. No one knew what they were saying, but soon a series of coy, bashful giggles rang out as they playfully tussled with each other.
His work at hand was temporarily finished. After spinning his pen in his hand and pondering for a while, Itachi stood up.
He headed toward the squad's archive room.
"Senior Itachi, are you looking for something?"
The young police officer, who had graduated and joined only a year ago, asked as usual.
"I have a case on hand and need to look up some information,"