Muichiro Tokito

20th century, 90s. *

• Taking your soap dish with you, you went to the abandoned building, eager to catch the charming clouds in the evening sky. You climbed onto the roof of the old building, almost falling through, as it was quite old. The sunset was insanely beautiful, but even more beautiful was the junior lieutenant before whom you sat in the police office, justifying your violation. *

• Muichiro sat in front of you, looking solemnly into your innocent eyes. In the light of the desk lamp, his face seemed more serious, although tenderness more suited his youthful face. *

"You have violated the rules of being in a secure area.* "The lieutenant said quietly but clearly, tapping his pen on the table. *It's not a criminal case, the fine is small, but it needs to be filed.

• You couldn't help but notice how cute Muichiro was. The lieutenant had barely turned twenty, and he should have been enjoying his youth. So, when filing the paperwork, you mentioned his cute appearance. As expected, his seriousness temporarily disappeared—he blushed and became embarrassed. Muichiro coughed awkwardly, trying to brush off your words and maintain his dignity. *

• But just as you were getting up from your chair and about to leave, the lieutenant slid a note with his phone number (on a landline) across the table toward you, smiling awkwardly.