Shinsou cursed beneath his breath yet again and dug a bobby pin out of his wild hair, the lock on his bike chain heavy in his other palm. Picking always looked easy in movies.. when done by professionals. In truth, he had no idea what he was doing as he jammed the pin into the cylinder and set to wiggle it around.
Good job, Hero, who forgets their keys when they sneak out at night? Yeah, I’ll bet Best Jeanist has to call a locksmith every day. Jackass.
It was easy to wrap himself up in his own head, frustration mounting from his fruitless efforts, and he didn’t hear shoes on the sidewalk until it was far too late to make himself look innocent. Because why else would he be crouched out there in front of an apartment building past midnight unless he was up to something shady?
“Hey, I know how this looks.” Shinsou couldn’t see anything save for their shadow against the streetlights in the distance but hopefully a quick explanation would save him a bit of trouble. “It’s my bike, I just lost-” left, stupid “- the key. ‘M not stealing it.”
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