#hirxdo

As usual, the android has a black baseball cap on his head as he walks back to the building where he and his best friend live at, and he keeps his head down the entire time --- for security reasons, of course. He doesn’t want to catch people’s attention when it’s so late at night, he doesn’t want to get people’s attention at any time. He would hate himself if he put Leon, the movement or himself in danger for something stupid.

But when he sees a strange man walking out the door of the apartment he shares with Leon, Ezi feels a shiver run down his wires. He frowns, his vision focusing on the man’s face as he comes closer to recognize his identity, and surprisingly it doesn’t take long for Ezi to know who the man is.

NAME: LIM, SEJO. AGE: 30 YEARS OLD. OCCUPATION: CEO OF HIMURA BANK. ALIGNMENT: UNKNOWN(?)

Ezi’s frown intensifies. What is the CEO of Himura Bank doing at his apartment? What the fuck was this man doing there? He asks himself and he can’t help but approach the man and question him about it. It could be stupidity of his part, but he has to.

                                               𝕀𝕄 𝔻𝕆𝕐𝕆𝕆ℕ                                                                                     ( 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 )

Almost every morning, Rin makes sure to pass by the Shujin University Hospital to check on his father. It has become a habit of his, he’d wake up early, take his dog for a little walk around the neighborhood, and then drive to the hospital to have a healthy breakfast with his father. And of course, on his way out to go back home, he always makes sure to pass by the finance department to check on his debt.

This day isn’t different. He gives his father a tight hug and leaves, taking a deep breath once he’s out of his father’s room --- he hates seeing the older man in that hospital bed, he just wishes his father could feel better already. So they can go back to the shop and live how they used to. As usual, he walks down the hallway slowly and takes the elevator. He looks like he’s ready to crumble in pieces every time he has to hear how much money he owes to the hospital, and this time isn’t any different.

“Your debt has already been paid, Mr. Maeda.”

The lady sitting behind the countertop says and he can’t help but frown, and he just stands there speechless for a moment. His debt has already been paid, but he doesn’t remember doing it --- fuck, he doesn’t even remember having the money to pay for it! He’s confused, but he kind of has an idea of who could have done it.

    it's late at night, one of the very rare occasions that he couldn't pick up ahreum from the university. he has the night shift for the past couple of days, longer patrols that always leave him weary and tired to the bone — and this very occasion simply proves why exactly. the interrelations at the police force... is tricky lately, too many hushed whispers, money transferred from one hand to the other, pieces of evidence disappearing from the storage rooms. kihwan would be a fool not to notice any of this —- and sometimes, he tends to stick his head too deep into it to pull back safely. he is lucky enough that he is still on the sheriff's good side, but he also knows he isn't above helping those he loves, even if it's not strictly legal.

    and in this occasion, he got himself in trouble. he had been trying to track down one of the exchanges that would take place between a police officer and a supernatural, someone he had no information about — and it was soon after that things began to go awry. in the end, he barely managed to get himself out of there without being identified. the corrupt police officer was long gone when he was spotted, but an unbalanced fight between him and the other left him more injured than he would have ever liked, something he couldn't bring to the hospital. he would tip himself off if he did, and kihwan also knew too well that ahreum would be worried out of her mind if she got a clue about what is going on. as he clutched a hand on the bleeding slash on his side, he sighed, and prayed that doyoon would be home.