Shugo. Atsumu had just called Special Agent Meian, who had more than twenty years of service on his back before he was forced to resign, by his given name.
What the fuck.
Atsumu takes in his surprised expression. “You didn't know?”
What the fuck.
Atsumu takes in his surprised expression. “You didn't know?”
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Atsumu blinks a few times, staring past Sakusa’s head. “Shugo came to see me often enough, much like you do. We grew close,” his eyes soften a bit. “Kinda hard not to, ain't it Omi?”
“I, uh, may have helped him a bit more than I probably should've a few times,” Atsumu continues. “Meian didn't like it at first, wanting to play by the books and all, but I can be quite convincing.”
“After a few years, it was as easy as breathing,” Atsumu almost smiles at the words. “He came to me with a case, I did some official digging, along with some not-so-official meddling. I think most of his team knew, but our success rate was too good for anyone to care.”