So over the years lots of people have asked me to write a story about shipping. They never specified what, exactly, they wanted.

This is my take on it.

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Detective Tsurugi Kyousuke blinks blearily as he stares at his computer screen, the words blurring in front of his eyes. He doesn't even startle as a mug of something – coffee, judging from the smell – is placed next to him and grumbles something resembling a thanks.

''Good morning to you too,'' says his coworker and fellow detective Shindou Takuto pleasantly. Just how he manages to look perfectly well-rested after an all-nighter will always remain a mystery.

Huh. ''Is it morning?'' fuck if Kyousuke knows. He didn't bother looking at the clock after his seventh cup of coffee. That was somewhere around two, he thinks.

As if on cue, there's a bang coming from somewhere down the hall.

Shindou gives him a smug look. After nearly three months of this, both know what is coming now. And as expected, not even a second later, someone else enters the investigation office. There must surely be sparkles and flowers in the air as a cheerful, ''Good morning, Shindou-san, Tsurugi!'' is chirped.

The latter lets his head slam against his desk. He's not going to deal with this. Not at the whatever-god-forsaken o'clock in the morning it is.

His coworker, traitor that he is, hums pleasantly as he, presumably, turns around to face the new arrival. ''Hello, Tenma. Did you sleep well?''

At the positive answer that follows, Kyousuke barely holds back a groan. His former-classmate-turned-work-intern is just as hyper as he's always been. Fuck him. Fuck Shindou. Fuck everything. He did not sign up for this.

Except he did when he joined the force.

Well, fuck.

While he's having an existential crisis at the ripe age of mid-twenties, the other two are still conversing pleasantly. Finally, Tenma seems to take note of Kyousuke's... less-than-enthusiastic demeanor.

''Tsurugi? Is everything alright?'' he asks worriedly.

''Oh, don't mind him,'' says Shindou. ''Long night. We got in a new lead on the crime ring that couldn't wait and he missed his beauty sleep.''

Kyousuke flips a rude gesture in his colleague's general direction, still not lifting his head from the desk.

Ignoring that, the older man turns serious. ''One of our agents came with a useful piece of information. There's a shipment in three days.''

Grudgingly, Kyousuke pushes himself up. He reaches for his coffee as he leans back in his seat, ignoring the sore spot on his forehead. Shindou has taken a seat while speaking with Tenma, the younger brunet in question frowning. ''What kind of goods are they shipping?'' he asks.

Kyousuke sips from his coffee before answering shortly, ''Humans.''

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Folks, this is why you shouldn't let Tieg2001 and I in the same room. Sorry not sorry :'D

I wrote this in like thirty minutes. Hope y'all can appreciate the humor, it was too tempting not to XD

For those who are disappointed about me not actually writing a ship... you might be pleasantly surprised soon.

And yes, AR will be updated soon, probably next week. Until then~

- Yara