The next morning, Kiyo woke up even earlier than Che.
He sat at the table with his rice bowl in his arms, eyes half-open and one tuft of hair sticking up. When Che came out, he looked up at him. His first words were neither good morning nor are you going to the side door.
"Will the Konoha Police Force provide breakfast?"
Nao set her spoon into the pot of porridge. "You don't need to go today."
"I'm worried about Che."
Morita Yu came in through the doorway, holding his own receipt. "Your worries are remarkably consistent."
He had not come for breakfast. He was only there to return the procedure sheet he had borrowed from Che yesterday. He had pressed it flat again, and its corners were neater than before. When Che took it, he noticed an extra crease on it.
"You read it?" Che asked.
"I did," Morita Yu said. "That thing you said yesterday about the 'scope of records' might keep coming up."
"You came all this way just to remind me?"
"I was passing by."
"Your house isn't this way," Kiyo said through a mouthful of porridge.
Morita Yu looked at him.
Kiyo swallowed. "Your heart took this route."
Nao told him to shut up.
On the way to the Konoha Police Force's side door, Nao did not ask Che how he planned to answer. She only told him to keep the receipt and verification notice separate. The receipt went on the outside, the verification notice inside, and he did not need to take out his personal records unless asked. Che did as she said. The papers changed places in his hands several times, but they still ended up slightly uneven.
"Stop straightening them," Nao said.
"They look messy."
"Messy is still readable."
Che lowered his