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“No. Absolutely not.”
Yu watched him patiently, and Yosuke hated when he did that, because it meant that he was just waiting for Yosuke to see things his way.
“Look, I get that he means something to you, and you’ve been visiting him for a while as his case is pushed through the system. And I’m not judging you for that. But I’m absolutely not going on a hunt with him.”
“He needs a team if he’s going to be spending his probation in the Ops,” Yu reasoned. “And we know him best. We’ve worked with him before.”
Yosuke threw up his hands. “Years ago! And it wasn’t exactly a good time, you know. I mean, why do we have to do it? Why can’t any other team take him?”
Yu’s expression was soft, but unyielding.
“Fuck.” Yosuke pinched his nose. “Fine! One hunt, Yu. And if he takes a single step out of line, we’ll never work with him again and he can go right back to jail.”
“Thank you, Yosuke,” Yu breathed in relief, and only once he exhaled did Yosuke see that he’d been carrying tension in his shoulders at all. Then he smiled, tentative at first, before it broke across his face like the rising sun over the hills of Inaba, and Yosuke groaned.
He shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited outside the jailhouse, tucking his shoulders in to ward against the chill. He shouldn’t have let Yu go in alone, didn’t want to, but someone had to stay with the car, and pub sec always got real jumpy with having more than one Kirijo case worker around. But being Kirijo had its benefits, too: not that Yosuke was especially familiar with the usual treatment of alleged murderers, but the power and money behind Mitsuru’s name ensured that it was just them overseeing this exchange, instead of getting swarmed by reporters or more cops. He kicked at the light dusting of snow on the ground, avoiding making more awkward eye contact with the officers stationed at the gates, until there was a commotion that had him lifting his head.
Adachi was shoved forward, flanked by a sour-faced guard on either side, hands bound taut in front of his body while his standard-issue clothes hung loosely from his frame. His expression was almost completely vacant, tilted towards the ground and so very different from how Yosuke remembered him seven years ago that it made him shiver. Yu followed close behind, taller than all of them, catching Adachi’s elbow when a particularly pointed push sent him stumbling.
Yu was not an especially expressive man, and on a typical day it was him reminding Yosuke about the importance of keeping up his practiced Junes customer service smile, even in their line of work. No one else would have even been able to notice the furrow in his brows or the way his face clouded like a storm, but Yosuke could read it on his partner a mile away: Yu was pissed.
The entourage reached the fenceline, and Yosuke could only look on in an uncertain shocked paralysis at seeing Adachi there, like that, a shell of his former self, while Yu turned on his heel the instant they stepped beyond the limits of official police jurisdiction.
“I’ll take that,” Yu said frigidly, palm outstretched, his most authoritative Leader Voice allowing no room for argument. He moved to put himself between the guards and Adachi, and Yosuke intimately understood the way the guard holding the key to Adachi’s cuffs handed it over as if compelled.
It probably wasn’t regular policy to permit someone other than an officer on duty to free a suspect, but no one said a word as Yu pulled Adachi from their grasp and gently lifted his hands in his own, bending almost reverently to unlock the restraints.
Only then did Adachi begin to stir, blinking and staring up at Yu in a muted surprise that gradually melted away into a facsimile of a wry smile. “Hey, thanks,” he cheered, and his voice was rough from disuse but every bit as grating as Yosuke remembered.
Yosuke bit back acid and turned away from the affection in Yu’s gaze, even after the moment was chased by shuffling and Yu tossing back the cuffs and key.
“So, long time no see,” Adachi said to him, interrupting Yosuke’s stint of silence while Yu dealt with the stiff final formalities. He sidled towards him like he thought he was sneaking away rather than being (sort of) released. “Uh—It was Yosuke, right?”
“Did you seriously forget?” he sighed.
Adachi rolled his eyes. “No, of course not.” Up close, Yosuke could really see the gauntness in his cheeks, the dark eyebags, the exaggerated hunch. “Yeesh. It was just a joke. My first one as a free man! Heheh.”
“You’re not exactly…”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said lightly. “I’m fully aware that I’m still serving time. Making myself useful, and all.” Adachi looked him up and down, and Yosuke fought the urge to balk. “Damn,” he added, with an edge of something like wistfulness. “Both of you really grew up, huh?”
“Yosuke,” Yu cut in expectantly, finished with their business, and he gladly broke off from Adachi.
“Yeah, yeah. On it.” Yosuke fished the car keys from his jacket pocket and stepped around to the driver’s seat. He anticipated that Yu would take his usual place—beside Yosuke—and tasted bile when Yu instead slid into the back seat with Adachi. “...Alright. We’re sticking to the plan, right, Partner?” He adjusted the rearview mirror just enough to see both of them, too.
“Please. Our apartment,” he clarified for Adachi, who simply nodded, and Yosuke felt a rush of inexplicable relief at that: their apartment, he and Yu together as a team, and maybe Adachi got the hint that Yosuke wouldn’t let him drive a wedge between them.
Not that he would, or could, but. The old fear still rose in him when he watched them in the rearview.
“Adachi, your hands,” Yu breathed, lifting them again tenderly. Even from his angle, Yosuke could see what he meant: they were shaking, swollen from too-tight and too-frequent cuffs, and the bruising crawled beyond his wrists and up into his sleeve. It settled uncomfortably in Yosuke’s gut. Adachi may have deserved all his rough treatment and more, and yet—and yet it was still wrong.
Adachi flinched back like Yu’s touch burned. “It’s nothing, really. It’s just cold out.”
“I’m going to file an abuse and misconduct report. You never should have had to—”
“I said it’s nothing,” Adachi retorted, though Yu looked undeterred. “Drop it, will you?”
“I can’t. They hurt you.”
“Yeah, well. Can’t blame them for getting frustrated, even though they’re idiots.” Adachi laughed, and it sounded forced. “It was actually pretty funny, seeing how often they resorted to violence when they’re too stupid to understand penal codes.”
“All the more reason to file the report then, if they’re so incompetent,” Yu argues.
He curls into himself, hiding. “Yu.”
“Adachi.”
There’s a beat of silence as they stared at each other, fighting some kind of unspoken battle of wills that Yosuke couldn’t parse, until Adachi abruptly snapped, “Watch the road, moron.”
Yosuke finally peeled his eyes away from the mirror to slam on the brakes. “R-right. Sorry guys.”
The rest of the trip was quiet, though every time he checked the rearview, one of them was always regarding the other with what could only be described as disbelieving fondness. Yosuke swallowed and tried not to feel like an outsider.
“So, this is the place,” Adachi commented when they got to the apartment. He glanced around in the living space, taking in Yu’s immaculate kitchen, their nice couch, and their full-sized TV by the chabudai, expression guarded. “You two are living the high life now, huh? Such domestic bliss.”
“I don’t know about high life,” Yosuke said, “but it is pretty sweet. Two bed, two bath, the works.” He was rather proud of their home; it was cozy and well-kept, and paid for from Kirijo coffers. It was also a place he had neither expected nor wanted to see Saki’s killer—though frankly he would have been happy never seeing him again at all after the events with Sho Minazuki.
“You’ll have a place like this, too,” Yu supplemented, “and in our same building as well.” He shed his coat, finally looking happier than he had all afternoon.
“Oh,” said Adachi flatly. “Goodie.”
From the counter, Yu grabbed the pile of clothes he’d gone out and bought a few days prior for just this occasion. “I just guessed your size, but… I hope these fit you,” he said, and thrust them into the other man’s arms.
“Oh,” Adachi said again, in true shock, dark eyes round.
“Please feel free to shower in my bathroom, over here,” Yu continued. “Take all the time you need. I’ll get dinner started.”
Adachi’s wide gaze met Yosuke’s, who didn’t know what else to do, so he shrugged in begrudging consent, and Adachi shuffled off to the bathroom, muttering something that Yosuke couldn’t catch.
Sitting in companionable silence with Yu during food prep, Yosuke nearly managed to completely forget about Adachi. It was just them again, falling into a perfected routine.
“Thank you, Yosuke,” Yu eventually said, shattering the illusion.
“For what?”
“For… agreeing to all this. I know it’s not easy.”
“What are partners for,” he groused. “Besides… I still don’t know why, but I know you care about him.”
“I care deeply about both of you,” said Yu, leveling him with an intense stare. Yosuke had imagined that after 7 years, his heart would have gotten used to hearing Yu say that kind of thing, but it never did.
He changed the subject. “I just don’t know about him, you know… staying here.”
“It’s only a couple days until we meet with Mitsuru and she gives him his own place,” Yu assured him. “I only thought—since we were going to be a team anyway—”
“Look, I get it, I just—” He cut himself off as he noticed Yu’s attention trailing away, and he spun to see Adachi emerged from the bathroom, hair wet, clothes still a little loose but clean and well-made.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Adachi said breezily, pulling the smiling mask back onto his face. “Thanks for the hospitality and all. Guess I should get going.”
Yosuke scoffed before Yu could even protest. “Don’t be so dramatic. Go where? There’s a perfectly good couch.”
He felt heat rising to his cheeks when Yu shot him a grateful look, so he focused on how Adachi turned from them, suddenly enamored with a picture of the whole Investigation Team hung on the wall. When he turned back, he was grinning in the way that sickened Yosuke to his stomach, like artificial sweetener. “Well, don’t mind if I do, then.”
When Mitsuru sent them to Yokohama, it was supposed to be an easy mission.
Not that any hunt is ever easy—but some are more straight-forward than others, and this was really just meant to be a practice run for Adachi being on their team. To show Mitsuru, and himself, that this was a responsibility that he could handle. And Adachi had just said something about making a promise about rules, and they’d set off.
The hunt even seemed to be going well. Yokohama had plenty of Shadow nests sprouting up, with Shadows crawling freely all over the Other Side’s semblance of the city, and their mission was to uproot the most powerful one lurking in the darkness in Minato Mirai. They swept their way through the streets and shopping centers of the district, progress swift. Exactly as expected.
Yosuke would rather die than admit it, but the truth was that Adachi slipped into their team balance smoothly. When it wasn’t being aimed at them, he could appreciate Magatsu-Izanagi as a brute force powerhouse, or the gun held in steady hands to cover them at range. In theory, anyway.
“Let’s go, Partner,” he called, and they dove blades-out into the stunned Shadows, utterly in sync as they moved. Yosuke would be lying if he were to say he wasn’t trying to show off to Adachi just how comfortably he and Yu worked together, kunai digging deep.
A bullet sizzled past his ear and completely broke his flow.
“Woah! Watch where you’re fucking aiming, Adachi!” he bit, whirling on the man to find him reloading a few paces away.
“Oops, sorry,” he replied sleazily. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He fired again over Yosuke’s shoulder, and he could hear the Shadow disintegrating behind him. “You’re welcome, though.”
“Both of you,” Yu warned as Yosuke seethed. “Let’s keep going.”
Yosuke didn’t miss Adachi’s lax acquiescence to Yu’s orders.
Nor did he miss how, in the following fight against a mob of Shadows, all Yu had to say was, “Adachi,” in the same tone he normally reserved for saying “Yosuke,” and Adachi merely grumbled, “Yeah, yeah,” before summoning Magatsu-Izanagi to strike.
Something cold clutched at him then, ran through his veins; Yu was his partner. And yet—at the same time—Yu had always been an incredible leader, and Yosuke knew what it was like to want to listen. Yosuke couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him, which even with Adachi’s skinny ass wasn’t far, but at least he listened.
The air was tangy with ozone when Adachi summoned his Persona, the smell of heat lightning, and with it his eyes lit up with a wild elation, the kind that only came with that rush of power. Magatsu-Izanagi came down hard and scattered the Shadows surrounding them in a burst of energy, plunging them into the heat of battle and pushing everything else aside.
“Good hit!” Yosuke cheered before he could think twice, and Adachi actually laughed, and Yu barely had to move for Yosuke to read his body language and summon Takehaya Susano-o, rushing forward in the opening Adachi made.
Yu followed close behind, sword sharp and dancing in time with Izanagi-no-Okami’s great spear. The Shadows steadily fell to ruin, crumbling until black fragments drifted through the air like pieces of paper, and Yosuke glanced sidelong at Adachi. His expression was a familiar one, though not one Yosuke had seen on him: he was alight with excitement, and he watched Yu with pride.
Yosuke… didn’t know what to do with that, other than swallow the stinging confusion.
“Great work,” Yu praised when it was over, words cutting through the weird fog that had settled over him. His lips curve knowingly. “We can tell Mitsuru that we make a good team after all, don’t you think?”
Yosuke just shrugged. Adachi twirled his gun around a finger and said, “Why don’t we make some real progress before jumping to conclusions, huh?”
They pushed onward towards Landmark Tower, the apparent epicenter of Shadow activity. At some point not long after, they’d fallen into an unconscious rhythm, covering for each other like they’d always fought together, forming patterns through the tides with no real thought given beyond the rote destruction of Shadows. Yosuke hadn’t even realized how simple it had been, to let their combined strength carry them forward between short orders and bits of occasional banter, until they reached the base of the tower to take a breather.
“Yosuke,” said Yu softly, “here.” A cool cloth touched his face and swept across his cheek as Yu cleaned away grime and blood that Yosuke couldn’t see, motions delicate. A warm current followed as Kohryu breathed its healing magic onto their group, and his skin itched where it knit itself back over the scrapes and bruises.
Yosuke beat down the delirious desire to lean into Yu’s palm, and let him draw away when he was finished. “...Thanks, Partner.”
Yu smiled. “Sure. Adachi?” he prompted, stepping in his direction, where Adachi was resolutely refusing to look at them.
“I’m good on my own, thanks,” Adachi said acerbically, waving Yu off. “I don’t need you to mother me.”
Yu stood there for a long moment, as if he was going to ask again in less uncertain terms, but Adachi won the round, and Yu pocketed the handkerchief. “We should keep moving, then.”
A flurry of movement in the dim cover of the tower caught Yosuke’s eye. “Er, yeah, and maybe quickly…” He pointed at the dark Shadows that had begun to swarm the top of the Landmark like a beehive, lifting up above their place on the ground to gather and congeal. “That doesn’t look good.”
“Let’s hurry,” said Yu resolutely, squaring his shoulders and starting for the tower entrance.
Adachi trudged after him into the lobby. “Tell me we don’t have to climb the stairs,” he whined.
Yosuke tried the buttons for the elevator. “Nope,” he said, “totally out of order.”
“Kill me,” Adachi said flatly. “Just leave me. I’m sure you two have got it from here, I’ll just hold down the fort.”
“Come on,” Yu pressed, pretending he hadn’t heard Adachi at all.
Adachi groaned, “Fuck,” and followed, with Yosuke bringing up the rear.
There was no way they were going to be able to scrub every floor of Shadows at this point, so they focused only on clearing the landings as they went, taking emergency exits and frozen escalators through skyline malls, with Adachi complaining often enough that Yosuke could never really forget about the pain in his own muscles. Yu seemed fine, beyond the sheen of sweat across his forehead, but Yu was enviable like that.
They neared the top, and the hardest part had still been the pure physical exertion, so Yosuke dared to allow himself the hope and relief of completing a mission without much issue.
Then the whole building rumbled ominously. Fissures cracked and spidered through the walls of the stairwell, chunks of rock and plaster fell from the ceiling, and all at once there was the deafening shatter of glass as the force of the Shadow bodies that had squirmed on the windows grew to be too much. The pitch, undulating bulk of countless Shadows fell into the tower in a nearly liquid deluge, filling the space on the stairs and effectively cutting Yosuke off from the other two, nearly burying him in the process.
“Yosuke!”
Yu’s voice, getting closer over the din.
“I’m okay!” he yelled back, shoving the Shadows away from him in a surge of wind from his Persona. He drove a blade into the closest white mask. The tower shuddered again. “You guys go on without me, I’ll catch up in a minute!”
“But—”
“Trust me, I’ve got this!” he insisted. There were a lot, but they were all pretty small—more irritating than anything else.
“He says he’s fine,” he heard Adachi say breathlessly. “Let’s get out before this whole thing collapses on us.”
Yosuke felt something approximating appreciation at that, twisting his kunai and blasting away everything else he couldn’t reach.
And it should have been fine. An easy hunt. All that. Yosuke was supposed to finish up with the small fry and get back to his partner and they would all take down the powerful Shadow readily.
He did finally manage to tear from the tumbling piles of amorphous blobs, shredding them with gales of force, but it wasn’t fast enough. He tripped up the rest of the stairs as the floor above him thundered and rocked with tumultuous battle, his breath short, pulse pounding as a wordless shout sounded.
Bursting into the Sky Garden, he found it wasn’t like the real Sky Garden at all—the paneled windows were instead rows and rows of fish tanks, and the space of nearly the entire floor was taken up by a massive fish bowl, filled with a single Shadow so immense that it pressed up against the glass and spilled out over the rim of it. It was grotesque, a mismatched hybrid of shark, octopus, and humanoid, using tentacles to grab at smaller Shadows and swallow them while it thrashed viciously—
“Hanamura!” Adachi screamed, and it was bloodcurdling, it was everything Yosuke never wanted to hear, and his eyes found them immediately, heart stopped.
Yu lay limp on the ground, blood pooled under his skull, and Adachi was braced over him, shielding his body with his own, taking every hit that Magatsu-Izanagi couldn’t field in the onslaught from both the powerful Shadow and the numerous little remora ones attracted to its aura.
“Please,” begged Adachi, “I don’t—I can’t—”
Yosuke was already moving, kunai carving a path through masses of Shadows to get to them. “Yu..!”
“Tell me you can heal,” Adachi said desperately when he closed the distance. His eyes were manic, and he shook with strain. “You can, can’t you? I don’t have any—I can’t do it—”
“I’ve got him,” he breathed. “I’ve got him. Takehaya Susano-o.” The energy drained from his body, through his Persona, and into Yu, and he let out an unsteady sigh when he felt it take. The gashes on his temple and forearms began to heal, and Yu convulsed, coughing.
“Yu,” Adachi said, before Yosuke even could. “Yu, come on.” He was still knelt over him, protectively, and now that Yosuke could see beyond his tunnel vision he noticed that Adachi was cradling Yu’s head and there were—there were real tears clinging to his lashes, threatening to mix with the blood of his own wounds, and—
It was the worst possible time and place for it, but it was sort of an all-at-once realization, the pulling of a single tiny rock that had the whole cliffside landsliding down on top of him. Adachi’s thumb skimmed Yu’s cheekbone with such an achingly incongruent tenderness that Yosuke could only come to a single conclusion: Tohru Adachi was in love with Yu.
It made everything and nothing at all make sense, and he couldn’t dwell on it.
“More…” the giant Shadow monster moaned above and behind them, swallowing a smaller Shadow with an obscene sucking noise. “I need to eat more… I’m the biggest fish in this pond!” It flailed even more, spiked tentacles whipping about as ice began to slowly crystallize the floor. Adachi flinched as Magatsu-Izanagi couldn’t parry it all and he was slashed, saved from dismemberment only by the Ops gear. He stayed steadfast over Yu.
There wasn’t much else Yosuke could do for them like this, so Takehaya Susano-o took its place next to Magatsu-Izanagi, fending off the powerful Shadow with magic attacks that didn’t do nearly enough damage. While Adachi defended Yu, Yosuke defended both of them, blades finding purchase on Shadows that got too close.
Yosuke had no idea how long it had been by the time Yu stirred. “Yu!” he exclaimed.
At the same time, Adachi quickly pulled his hand away. “Took you long enough,” he griped. “What a pain in the ass you are. Hey, you should get off the floor, it’s disgusting.”
“Adachi?” Yu murmured, barely conscious.
“The one and only.” He glanced at him sidelong. “And also Yosuke.”
“Yosuke…” echoed Yu. “Thank you, Yosuke…” He struggled to sit up, the two of them close enough now that it was making Yosuke feel ill even despite the task of dispatching Shadows.
The powerful one continued to buck and wail and consume, replenishing itself every time their Personas made any headway.
“You’re hurt,” Yu pointed out to Adachi.
“Me? Nah,” Adachi dismissed, standing from his otherwise compromising position, reaching out his arm to help Yu up. Yu took it.
“I know you only just got back on your feet, Partner, but we could really use your help,” Yosuke said hastily, dodging a shark tailfin and stabbing a Shadow until it squealed and perished.
“...Right,” said Yu, blinking. “Right.” He took a minute to assess the situation, then drew his blade and just said urgently, “Adachi.”
“But that takes so much effort,” Adachi groaned.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Yosuke asked, raising his voice above the commotion.
They both ignored the question. “I mean, I’m kidding,” amended Adachi, feigning a light tone before sobering and standing straighter. “I get you. I’ve got you.”
“Yosuke,” Yu urged, “can you give us a boost?”
“Uh, sure,” he said, calling his Persona close enough to stir the air around them, wind at their backs. “But what’s the plan?”
“Easier to show than tell.” Yu summoned Izanagi—the original Izanagi—and looked at Adachi. “Ready?”
“Just like old times,” he replied sardonically. “Let’s end this.”
Yosuke was more or less helpless in the swell of power that flooded the room then, air heavy and crackling with electricity that raised the hair at his nape and stung his nose. Their twin Personas glowed white-hot, and he did his best to direct the course of the battle around them, gusts kicking back tentacles or fins or fishing line or smaller Shadows that attempted to interfere with whatever this was, running distraction and support.
Between dodging Shadows he watched as the two Izanagis began to merge, impossibly, and Adachi let out a hysterical sort of half-laugh when the two became one single, huge sword, shining gold and ruby, hovering above the shark Shadow. The sight felt like a punch to the chest, snatching the breath from his lungs. Then it fell, impaling the writhing monster like a Sword of Damocles, and it shrieked terribly until it was silenced by the shock wave that rocketed outward from the impact, atomizing the smaller leeching Shadows.
Yosuke leapt to his teammates, grabbing them with Takehaya Susano-o to cover them from the blast. The glass of the fish bowl fractured and burst, along with every tank along the walls, and suddenly an absurd amount of water began to tsunami. The tower quaked—
Then it crumbled, collapsing faster than Yosuke could even think, and it might have been him or Adachi screeching, or both of them, as the building tilted and the tank water cascaded out from a hole in the wall in the world’s worst waterfall. He rode the torrent down, clinging to Yu and Adachi, doing his best to control their descent with wind and still barely maintaining consciousness as they tumbled until they were deposited, hacking up water, on the streets of Minato Mirai.
Adachi dragged himself to his feet and vomited.
Yu staggered. “Is everyone… okay?”
“Alive, I think,” Yosuke coughed.
“Great,” said Yu weakly. “I think… I think maybe we should take a rest.”
The veil that got them here seemed so close, but so far away, and would require another trek through Shadow-infested streets; Yosuke agreed, and they found a small patch of grass that seemed largely undisturbed.
Yu laid down, and passed back out nearly immediately. Yosuke kept an eye on him, fondly. At some point he needed ask about what in the fuck had happened with his and Adachi's Personas, but that could wait until… later. He shelved it for a less exhausting day.
“I think all of my bones are broken,” Adachi wheezed as he sat. “Nothing like—like fucking 70-storey-surfing to make you feel old again.”
“Well, hey… at least you didn’t have to climb all the way back down to the bottom,” Yosuke said, for lack of anything else to say.
Adachi stared at him.
“Hey, come on, that was funny.”
“I think I lost my sense of humor while I was in prison,” he deadpanned.
“You didn’t even go to prison!”
“Huh, I guess you’re right. Sure feels like I did, though.”
Yosuke grimaced, and finally Adachi snorted, then chuckled, then outright giggled; the sound was totally foreign and nearly charming before it dissolved into a coughing fit.
“Fuck, ow,” he croaked, “I think I did lose my sense of humor.”
“Didn’t have much to lose, then.”
“Fuck you. I’m not above kicking your ass again, brat. You know, after we sleep this off.”
His lips tugged into a small smile against his better judgment, and he looked back down at Yu, sopping wet and bloodied but alive, snoring softly into deadened grass. “Thank you,” Yosuke said.
Adachi paused massaging his calves. “Uh… for what?”
“For keeping him safe.”
A light flush crept to Adachi’s face. “What was I going to do, let him die?” He scratched the back of his head, gaze downcast. “It wasn’t really keeping him safe. I can’t… do what you do.”
“And I can’t do what you do,” Yosuke said. “I guess, just… You know, maybe this whole team-up deal isn’t such a bad thing, in the end.”
“You don’t want me on your team.”
He didn’t. He still saw a criminal sitting next to him. But he was a criminal that loved Yu, and that Yu looked at like he loved him back, despite everything and the nausea that rose in Yosuke when he thought of it. The simple fact of it made him someone that Yosuke could trust, at least with this, and that needed to be enough for now. “I see it, you know. The way he’s changed you. I get it, I’ve been there.”
There had been a desperate emptiness, before Yu and the Investigation team.
Not so different, maybe.
Adachi swallowed harshly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yosuke shrugged. “That’s fine.” He reached out and pushed some of Yu’s grey fringe from his forehead. “Let’s give it a few more minutes, and then let’s just go home.”