a study of secrets

Taiga leans back in his chair, staring at the empty inbox on his computer screen. It had been a slow month at Detail One Detective Agency, and he can’t help but feel the weight of failure bearing down on him. As the co-owner and co-founder of the agency, Taiga knows that success is critical not just for his own sake but for that of everyone else’s.

He rubs his temples, trying to shake off the persistent headache that had plagued him for weeks. He can’t afford to lose focus, not now. But how can he convince potential clients that he’s a competent detective when there isn’t a single case to showcase?

Taiga’s thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. He straightens up and clears his throat before calling out, “Come in!”

The door opens, and in walks in Yugo, Taiga’s friend, co-detective, and co-founder of Detail One. “Hey,” he greets, plopping down on the chair opposite Taiga’s desk. “How’s it going?”

Taiga sighs. “Slow, as usual. I’m starting to worry we’re never going to get any clients.”

Yugo leans forward, his face serious. “Don’t worry about it, Taiga. We’ll get there. We just have to keep pushing.”

Just then, there’s another knock on the door. This time, it’s Juri, Detail One’s IT professional and Yugo’s college friend. He’s always tinkering with some gadget or another, and Taiga had never fully understood what he does. But Juri is essential to the agency, and Taiga is grateful to have him on board.

“Sup,” Juri says, taking a seat on the couch. “What’s the plan for today?”

Taiga shakes his head. “I don’t know. I was hoping to hear back from that client we talked to last week, but I haven’t heard anything yet.”

Yugo raises an eyebrow. “What client?”

“The one who needed us to find her missing cat,” Taiga says, rolling his eyes. “It’s not exactly the kind of case that’s going to make us famous, but it’s something.”

Juri snorts. “Well, I’m not exactly sure how we can use technology to find a cat, but I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

They all chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, but Taiga can’t shake the feeling of disappointment. He knows that Detail One is capable of so much more, but without any clients, they’re stuck in neutral.

As they sit there, brainstorming ways to drum up business, Taiga’s phone rings. He picks it up and sees that it’s his father calling. He hesitates for a moment, knowing that his father disapproves of his career choice.

Taiga’s father is a prominent criminal lawyer, and he had always been overprotective of his family. He took his overprotectiveness up a notch when Taiga’s mother passed away when Taiga was only five. Since then, Taiga never experienced a normal childhood — he was homeschooled up to high school and took only online courses in college. His only friends are Yugo, his cousin Shintaro, and Juri by default.

His only refuge from the loneliness is reading mystery books, drowning in crime investigations online, and actually solving real cases thanks to Shintaro’s dad, who’s the head of the police department.

Taiga’s not going to lie — he’s thankful for his father for protecting him and keeping him comfortable. But he’s twenty-two now, a legit adult, and he’d like to have his independence now.

“Hi, Dad,” Taiga answers the call, his voice stiff.

“Taiga.” His father’s voice is equally formal. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

Taiga glances at Yugo and Juri, who are having their own conversation. Their shoulders are pressed together, and their faces are close, so it’s probably something intimate. “No, it’s fine,” he says, making a mental note to tease Yugo about it later. “What can I do for you?”

“I just want to remind you that Shintaro will be in town. He’s been assigned as a liaison to the police department, and I thought it would be a good opportunity for the two of you to catch up.”

Taiga feels a pang of annoyance. He always feels that his father uses Shintaro as a way to keep tabs on him, and he resents it. But he knows that arguing is pointless.

“Of course. I’ll make sure to set aside some time for him.”

“Good. And Taiga? I know that you’re struggling with your agency. If ever you decide that you want to pursue a more stable career, there’s still time to —”

“Dad, I appreciate your concern, but I’ve made my decision. I’m gonna make Detail One a success.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Very well. But remember, success isn’t just about making money. It’s about making a difference in people’s lives.”

Taiga bristles at the implication that he isn’t already doing that. “I know that, Dad. And I believe we can do both.”

“Very well. I’ll see you next week.”

With that, the line goes dead. Taiga sighs and puts his phone down, feeling more frustrated than ever. He knows that his father means well, but he can’t shake the feeling that he was being judged for his choices.

Yugo and Juri exchange sympathetic looks, but before anyone could say anything, there is a knock on the door. Taiga gets up to answer it, hoping that it would be the missing cat client, or better yet, a new client altogether.

But when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see his cousin Shintaro standing there, looking as welcoming as ever.

“Shin?” Taiga exclaims. “What are you doing here?”

Shintaro grins that boyish smile that Taiga always associated him with. “I’m in town for a case, and I thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing,” he says, giving Taiga a one-armed hug before stepping into the office.

“Hey, Shin,” Yugo greets with a smile as he finally separates from Juri. “Want coffee? Tea?”

“I’m good.” Shintaro waves a dismissive hand. “I hope I didn’t interrupt any work?”

“Of course not.” Taiga grimaces. “We have everything under control.” He feels his face flush with embarrassment. He hates feeling like he’s failing in front of his cousin. Shintaro knows Taiga wouldn’t like it if he reported this to his father, and he hates making Shintaro lie for him.

Shintaro looks around the office and clear his throat. “Actually, I might have something for you. For the agency.”

Taiga feels a surge of excitement. “We’ll take it! When can we start?”

Shintaro gives him a small smile. “I’ll get you the details tomorrow. The full case file is in the department. Good luck, cousin.”

As Shintaro leaves the office, Taiga feels a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe this is the break they need. Maybe they can finally prove themselves as competent detectives and turn things around for Detail One.

As Taiga, Yugo, Juri, and Shintaro make their way into the police station, Taiga can’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. The station is a tall, imposing building made of gray stone that had clearly seen better days. The autumn afternoon sunlight casts long shadows on the walls, and a chill breeze blows through the air, causing the leaves to rustle and crunch underfoot.

As they walk through the doors, Taiga is hit with the familiar scent of antiseptic and old paper. The walls are lined with corkboards, filled with photos of wanted criminals and missing persons. Behind the reception desk, a stern-looking officer sits, typing away at a computer. Taiga’s eyes wander over to the glass-enclosed office where the Chief of Police sat. The office is spacious and tidy, with a large oak desk taking up most of the space. The Chief’s bookshelves are filled with leather-bound books, and a small collection of awards and trophies adorn the walls.

As they approach the office, the Chief looks up and smiles at them. “Ah, Taiga, good to see you again,” he says warmly, standing up from his desk. “It’s been a while since you’ve visited me here.”

Taiga returns the smile, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over him. “Yes, Sir, it has,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s good to see you, too.”

The Chief gestures for them to take a seat in front of his desk, and they obliged. The chairs are sturdy and comfortable, with worn leather cushions that had seen better days. As they settle in, the Chief leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers. “Now, let's get down to business, shall we?” he says, his tone serious. “I’ve got a case for you that I think you’ll find quite interesting. Our office is swamped with some high-priority cases, so we thought you could take them on.”

Taiga nods, trying to keep himself from being too enthusiastic. He doesn’t want to look desperate.

The Chief slides a stack of folders to Shintaro’s direction. Shintaro then distributes the folders to Taiga, Yugo, and Juri. Taiga opens the folder and is greeted by photos of the crime scene. Particularly, at the center of the case file is the photo of a young man, probably close to his age or younger, sprawled on the grass, blank eyes staring at him. Taiga remembers the first time he encountered a photo of a corpse and how it made him nauseous. He’s happy to report that it’s no longer the case now.

“The victim is Nijiro Murakami, 20 years old, a member of the Kofu University’s Archery Club. They were in the news a couple of weeks ago. He won the gold medal for the Prefectural Championship. Found dead a couple of days ago at the university’s outdoor archery range.”

“Who discovered the body?” Yugo asks.

“Their manager. She went to the archery at 6 a.m. for some regular housekeeping and found the body. Poor girl.” The Chief shakes his head. “Estimated time of death is at 11:50 PM.”

“Any potential suspects?” Taiga asks.

“Lots of them. The prime suspect is his rival in the club. Apparently not happy with Murakami’s victory in Prefecturals. Also the last person to see him alive. Autopsy’s still ongoing, so I should send it to your office by tomorrow.”

There is a knock on the door. “Chief,” one of the police officers greet. “Meeting.”

The Chief grunts and stands up. “Well, as much as I’d love to stay longer and chat, I’m afraid I have to go,” he declares. “Shintaro here can be your liaison with the department, so if there’s anything you need from us, just tell him. Now.”

The four of them browse through the case file first before finally deciding to leave. Shintaro recommends this ramen restaurant nearby, and they return to the office with plastics of take-out.

As everyone else focuses on preparing their food, Taiga drags out the whiteboard and starts tacking photos and relevant pieces of information. It’s a cliché move, but if anything, it helps him get a bigger picture of everything that’s happening.

“The victim is Nijiro Murakami, 20 years old, and the star of the archery club of Kofu University,” Taiga mutters as he tacks the photo of the victim at the very center of the board. “Cause of death, blood loss due to stabbing. Murder weapon missing in the scene.”

He tacks a photo of the layout of the archery range. The range is set up in a large, open field and is surrounded by backstops to contain any stray arrows. There are six shooting stations, each marked with a synthetic target and a distance indicator. A good distance from the shooting stations is a shelter where the archers most likely find shade or wait for their turn.

“Taiga, you should eat,” Yugo calls from the lounge. It’s typically for clients to sit down, but it’s just the four of them, so Yugo had turned it into a makeshift group table.

“In a minute,” Taiga says as he flips to the photos of the suspects.

He freezes.

Taiga finds a photo of a man standing tall and proud as he looks far from what the photo is showing — he supposes this is a photo during the recent Prefecturals. The man’s hair is dark and wavy, his face strong with a prominent jawline. His dark eyes seem to hold a deep intensity. His expression is focused, no doubt in competition mode.

He looks at the name on the photo.

“Hokuto Matsumura. Prime suspect.”

Even during dinner, Taiga’s mind races with the possibilities. Obviously, there are still many questions surrounding the case. Like the location of the murder weapon. Everyone’s alibis. Even if the police already have a prime suspect, they can’t arrest them without concrete evidence.

And besides, the prime suspect is a college student. Circumstances aside, a wrongful accusation could mean a lifetime’s worth of humiliation and missed opportunities. Taiga wouldn’t want that for anyone.

His thoughts are interrupted when someone flicks him below his ear. “Ow!” he exclaims, a hand flying to the side of his face. He glares at Shintaro. “What was that for?”

Shintaro laughs. “Lighten up a bit, cuz. We still haven’t discussed the case, and you’re already thinking about it.”

“It doesn’t hurt to start working right away,” Taiga mumbles, slurping the last of his broth. An idea suddenly comes to mind. “I think I should go undercover.”

“What?” Yugo says. “Isn’t that … risky?”

Taiga shrugs. “It’s normal to go undercover, isn’t it? I doubt any one of the suspects would trust a police officer right away.” He pats Shintaro on the knee. “No offense.”

“None taken …?”

“Anyway, it’s the perfect opportunity for me to get close with the club, narrow down potential suspects, and gather more clues,” Taiga continues, reaching for his glass of water. After taking a sip, he continues. “And besides, I could still pass off as a college student, right?”

Yugo narrows his eyes. “You were homeschooled all your life,” he points out. “Sure you can pull this off?”

“Chill, Yugo, I think it’s a great idea,” Juri laughs, patting Yugo on the shoulder. “You can do that while Yugo and I work behind the scenes. I could also help with setting you up with identification and shit for your student access.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready so I could clear it with the office,” Shintaro says. “You know, so you guys won’t get charged with fraud and all.”

Taiga smiles, feeling a glimmer of hope. This is it. Their first legit case for Detail One. This is going to be a challenging case, but he’s determined to solve it.

Taiga sits at his desk, eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. He had been staring at it for hours, trying to come up with some theories in the case. He had always prided himself on his ability to solve even the most complex of cases, but beginning a case always leaves him stumped. It’s been barely a day since they accepted the case, and the pressure is beginning to get to him.

He sighs heavily and rubs his temples, trying to ease the headache that had been nagging at him for days now. He knows that he needs to talk to someone about how he’s feeling, but he doesn’t want to burden Yugo, Juri, and Shin with his problems. Yugo’s already juggling detective duties with admin work, and Juri is occupied with Shintaro with getting the necessary clearances for his undercover work.

“Hey,” Yugo greets, setting down a lunchbox on his desk. “You look like you could use a break. Wanna grab some lunch at the café?”

Taiga hesitates for a moment, but he nods. He knows he can’t avoid these feelings forever, and maybe some time off his laptop would do him good.

The small café across their office is small and inviting, with warm lighting and a pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The walls are painted in a soft shade of cream, complemented by wooden accents throughout the space. The tables and chairs are mismatched, adding to the charm of the café.

They order their food and sit down at a small café at the corner. Yugo looks at Taiga, studying him for a moment, before finally speaking up.

“Taiga, I know that this case has been tough on you. We all do. But you need to know that you’re not alone in this.”

Taiga sighs heavily. “I know,” he says. “I just don’t want this to screw up. I don’t want to disappoint everyone.”

Yugo nods. “This is a group effort, remember? You don’t have to bear the weight all on your own.”

Taiga’s still learning to depend on others. When his uncle would consult him for cases, he usually solves them on his own. He has to remind himself that an agency is composed of more than one person and that he could ask help from others when he can’t handle something on his own.

“I am still worried about you going undercover,” Yugo admits with a chuckle. “This is your first undercover mission ever.”

“I’ll be fine,” Taiga assures him. “And besides, me acting as the weird new kid homeschooled all his life? No one will suspect I’m actually a detective.”

Yugo sighs and shakes his head in resignation. “Just keep your phone open in case your ass needs bailing.”

“As you wish, Mom.”

They have their lunch, and Taiga feels a renewed sense of purpose. He knows that he still has a long way to go, but he also knows that he has the support of his friends, and that makes all the difference.

As he looks at his laptop screen an hour later, Taiga feels a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he can solve this case after all. And if he does, he knows that he’ll owe it all to the people who had stood by him through it all.

At nine in the morning, Taiga finishes going through his bag, double-checking everything inside to make sure he hasn't left anything behind. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and looks around the office for another round of double-checking. His first class, Art Theory, is in an hour, but Taiga wants to be on campus earlier to avoid being late.

“Good morning!” Yugo singsongs, placing a lunchbox in front of him. “Ready for your first day at school?”

Taiga laughs. “You sound like an excited parent.”

“Just wanna make sure you’re okay,” Yugo chuckles, sliding the lunchbox into a small bag. “How are you feeling, though?”

“A little excited, a little nervous.” Taiga shrugs. “Typical for any first day of school, I guess.”

The door of the office opens, and Juri enters, sighing in relief. “Good, I'm not late,” he says. He opens his backpack and hands Taiga a clear envelope. “I just coordinated with Shin and the school administration. That should be everything you need.”

Taiga opens the envelope and finds a student ID, a registration form, and a class list. He also finds a campus map, as well as the student list of the members of the archery club.

“Hokuto Matsumura’s in the same major as you,” Juri adds. “That should make it easier for you to observe him and see if he does anything suspicious. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Juri.” Taiga smiles and stuffs the envelope in his backpack. “Well.” He takes a deep breath. “I’ll be off, I guess.”

“Got all your stuff ready?” Juri grins, ruffling Taiga’s hair.

Taiga laughs. “Geez, stop it, you two, you guys are really acting like my parents, huh?”

This earns a laugh from Juri and a blush from Yugo, and Taiga mentally pats himself on the back for getting the reaction he wants. He knows that his two friends have feelings for each other, even if they don’t realize it themselves. Taiga can’t help feeling like a third wheel sometimes, so he does the best he can to help the two confess their feelings to each other.

He catches Yugo and Juri’s eyes locking for a moment, and Taiga rolls his eyes. This is going to take a while.

In the meantime, he takes this as his cue to leave.

Taiga steps onto Kofu University's campus, observing the busy crowds of students rushing to class. He tightly grips his backpack straps, studying the campus map for directions to the building where his Art Theory class will be held.

Four years ago, Taiga didn’t receive his father’s approval to attend an actual university, so he settled for taking courses online. The fact that he’s now with other students excites him, but he’s overwhelmed by the sights and sounds. The area is crowded and noisy, and Taiga's mind goes blank.

He turns a corner and collides with someone. Taiga yells as he falls, wincing in pain. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“I’m sorry, too. You okay?”

Taiga looks up and finds himself staring into dark eyes. He tries to speak, but his words get stuck in his throat. The man who bumped into him isn't only attractive —

He’s also the person Taiga is supposed to observe closely.

“Hey, you okay?” the man repeats, dark eyes filled with concern.

Taiga blinks and smiles, returning to reality. “Yeah, sorry, just a little lost, that’s all.” He searches for anything that may have fallen out during their collision and picks up the campus map he had been holding.

Hokuto glances at the map. “New here?” he asks, extending his hand.

“Yup.” Taiga takes his hand, allowing Hokuto to pull him up. He smiles gratefully. “My first class is Art Theory, Kiku Hall, Room 304, 10:00 AM?”

Hokuto’s eyes widen. “Oh, it just so happens I’m in the same class,” he says. “We can walk there together.”

Taiga mentally pumps his fist. “That would be great,” he says, sighing in relief. “I’m Taiga Kyomoto, by the way.”

The smile on Hokuto’s face sends butterflies fluttering in Taiga’s stomach, but he ignores them. “I’m Hokuto Matsumura.”

As Taiga follows Hokuto through the hallways, he can’t help but notice the whispers that seem to follow them. The chatter is hushed, but Taiga can still pick out snippets of conversation. He hears the names “Murakami” and “murderer” being murmured among the students.

He glances at Hokuto, searching for any sign of distress on his face, but he can only see a neutral expression. Taiga can’t tell if Hokuto is used to the gossip or if he’s doing his best to ignore it.

The two of them finally reach the door to the lecture hall. Taiga can see the curious looks of the students as they pass by. Hokuto remains unfazed, but Taiga can’t help but feel a sense of unease. He wonders how long Hokuto can last under the constant scrutiny of his classmates.

“Well,” Hokuto announces as they stop at the back row. “This is it.”

Taiga smiles. “Thank you,” he says.

“I should …” Hokuto slides his backpack and binder on the seat next to him. “Just pick a seat and do whatever you want. Professor Yamashita doesn’t really call students for recitation, so you should be fine.”

Taiga realizes that to accomplish his mission, he needs to keep a close eye on Hokuto. He feels a twinge of anxiety. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. And he doesn't want to risk losing his connection with Hokuto and becoming completely isolated among the unfamiliar faces on campus.

“Um …” He clears his throat. “Can I sit next to you? I really don’t know anyone in this school.”

Hokuto seems to hesitate, and he glances around the lecture hall before giving a small smile. “Okay.”

Taiga finds himself sitting in class, listening to Professor Yamashita's lecture on postcolonialism and globalization in art. He realizes that he already knows the material like the back of his hand since he had taken this online course out of boredom the previous year.

He can feel the weight of curious eyes on them. Taiga feels the occasional elbow nudging and hears stifled giggles, all of which he assumes are at Hokuto. Taiga notices Hokuto’s hands clenching and unclenching on his desk, his jaw tight with what could be irritation or anxiety. Despite the constant scrutiny, Hokuto manages to keep his focus on the lecture, his eyes glued to the professor.

Just from observing Hokuto for a couple of hours, Taiga can already tell that he can’t be the killer. Hokut’s body language and behavior did not indicate any guilt or malintent.

He knows from experience that a killer would be proud of their actions and would try to show off their power and dominance. If Hokuto were the killer, he wouldn’t be able to hide his pride or desire to control. But Taiga can see the exact opposite in Hokuto. He’s unassuming.

Or maybe he’s just pretending?

The sound of the bell reverberates throughout the room, signaling the end of class. Taiga quickly shuts down his Notes app, his fingers hovering over his phone as he glances at Hokuto. “Thanks for walking me here today,” he says, his voice small in the sea of students bustling around them.

Hokuto’s smile is small once again. “What’s your next class?”

He looks at his class schedule. “Just this one,” he replies. “I’m the new assistant manager to the archery club, so I guess I have to meet the coach and the team.”

“Really?” Hokuto shifts close to look at his schedule. His eyes widen. “I’m in the archery club, too.”

“Well, that’s a coincidence.” Taiga beams. “I guess we should be going there together?”

Hokuto looks at his watch, his expression pained. Taiga understands — it must be difficult to go back to the club after what happened. “We’re not using the campus archery range right now,” he explains. “And practice isn’t supposed to start until 2 PM.”

“Oh, okay.” Taiga nods.

Hokuto seems to hesitate again, biting his bottom lip. “Would you like to get lunch?” he asks. “I’ll be with a friend. He’s in the archery club, too. But if you don’t want —”

Taiga quickly shakes his head. “I’d love to.”

As Taiga and Hokuto walk to the campus grounds, he can still feel the weight of the curious gazes that follow them. Hokuto walks with a steady pace, his posture straight, and his expression neutral, seemingly unfazed by the attention. However, Taiga notices a subtle tension in his movements, and wonders if Hokuto is really as unaffected as he seems.

“The dining hall too crowded for you?” Taiga asks lightly.

Hokuto’s smile looks like a grimace. “You can say that,” he admits. “And it’s a nice day out.”

Taiga gazes at the trees, marveling at how the once-green leaves are now transforming into a vibrant spectrum of yellow and orange hues. “It’s okay,” he says. “I can always go to the dining hall another day.”

“Jesse’s already by one of the tables.” He stops, and his face brightens as he waves to someone from a distance.

Taiga follows Hokuto’s wave and sees a tall guy with blonde hair sitting at one of the outdoor tables. The guy immediately catches Taiga’s attention because he matches the description of one of the suspects on the list. He’s hard to miss with his imposing height, blonde hair, and a goofy expression on his face.

That, and his T-shirt makes him look like a walking Stabilo highlighter.

“Hokuto!” Jesse Lewis yells, waving his arms around.

This is the first time Taiga hears Hokuto laugh. It sounds so calming. Hokuto waves back and beckons for Taiga to approach Jesse.

Jesse blinks at Taiga. “Well, who are you?” he asks. “Hokuto never told me about a boyfriend.”

“Cut it, Jesse,” Hokuto sighs, a blush forming on his face. “Kyomoto, this is Jesse Lewis. He’s my best friend and he’s part of the archery club. Jesse, this is Taiga Kyomoto. He’s new here, and he’s apparently the new assistant manager of the archery club.”

“Assistant manager?” Jesse’s brows furrow. “I didn’t know we need one.”

Taiga sighs as he slides on the table across Jesse’s seat. “My dad kind of knows the university president,” he admits. “He thinks I need a club to fill up my resume.” He props his chin on his hand. “I don’t even know a thing about archery.”

At least Jesse looks sympathetic. “I hate those kinds of parents,” he remarks. “Where’d you come from?”

“Homeschooled most of my life.” Taiga avoids their gaze as he opens his lunchbox. He smiles at the sight of the many cherry tomatoes on his salad. “I was fine with it, but I said I wanted an actual college life.”

“Must be hard,” Jesse remarks, taking out his own lunchbox as well. “But as long as you’re with us, you’ll be fine.” He grins. “We could show you around. Heck, we’ll introduce you to our club mates! They’re cool.”

Taiga takes some time savoring his lunch before he moves to his subtle interrogation. “Matsumura told me the campus archery range isn’t available,” he says.

That changes Jesse’s expression. He glances not-so subtly at Hokuto before answering quickly, “Yeah, uh, maintenance. Not sure when that would be over, but we have to go to a nearby indoor range. But I’m sure you still have to talk to Coach Ikuta and Mone, yeah?”

“Mone’s our manager,” Hokuto adds helpfully.

Jesse’s voice is animated as he talks about the members of the archery club, describing their personalities, skills, and quirks. Taiga can see the passion in Jesse’s eyes as he talks, and he can tell that Jesse truly cares about the club and its members. Although Taiga knows that the information is second-hand, he appreciates the effort that Jesse is making to help him with the investigation.

He notices that Jesse never mentions Nijiro Murakami. It’s not surprising that they don’t bring up the name of the person at the center of the murder investigation, especially when talking to someone new. Taiga wonders if Jesse and Hokuto are intentionally avoiding the topic or if it’s just an unspoken agreement among the members of the archery club.

No matter. Taiga will have the information he needs in a matter of time.

Taiga can’t help but notice the stark contrast in how Hokuto and Jesse handle the stares and whispers. While Jesse seems unfazed by the attention, walking with a confident stride and an easy smile, Hokuto seems to be physically shrinking next to Jesse, as if he wants to disappear into the background.

They arrive at a different building and head inside a room labeled “Athletics Department.” Jesse slides the door open and heads inside, and Taiga tails after Hokuto inside. The faculty members present look at them but return to their regular activities.

“Excuse me,” Jesse says as he approaches the receptionist. “Is Coach Ikuta around?”

The receptionist checks her desktop and nods. “He’s in the pantry.” She stands up. “I’ll call him for you. Please wait for a moment.”

They’ve barely settled on their couch when Coach Toma Ikuta arrives. “Hey, you two,” he greets with a smile. “What do you guys need?”

“Um,” Hokuto speaks up, playing with the hem of his shirt. “This is Taiga Kyomoto. He said he’ll be the new assistant manager starting today?”

Toma’s face lightens in recognition. “Right, the President did tell me Mone needs some help,” he says, snapping his fingers. He holds out his hand. “I’m Toma Ikuta, coach of the archery club. It’s nice to meet you, Kyomoto.”

“Taiga’s fine.” Taiga grins as he shakes Toma’s hand. “I’m not an archery expert, but I’ll do my best to help.”

“You actually came at the right time,” Toma answers with a smile. “Mone needs all the support she can get.” His gaze flits to Hokuto and Jesse. “How about you boys go ahead and get ready to go to the range? I’ll just talk to Taiga for a bit.”

Hokuto and Jesse share a look before nodding and taking their leave.

Toma waits until the two of them have left before addressing Taiga again. “Let’s go talk somewhere private.”

As Taiga waits for Toma, he takes a moment to observe his surroundings. The meeting room is sparsely decorated, with no pictures or decorations on the plain white walls. The only furniture in the room is a long wooden table surrounded by several revolving chairs, indicating that it's a room primarily used for meetings. The whiteboard at the front of the room is blank, with only a few smudges of dry-erase marker left behind from a previous use.

Beyond the closed door, Taiga can hear the muffled sounds of activity from the faculty members in the adjacent room. He can hear the shuffling of papers, the clacking of computer keys, and snippets of conversations.

Toma finally enters and sets down a Styrofoam cup in front of him. “So, new kid?”

Taiga nods. “Matsumura and Jesse have been a big help so far,” he says. “I haven’t even started unpacking at our new place, so my first day is kinda overwhelming.”

“Good, good.” Toma takes a seat across him and sips his own drink. “Archery practice starts at two, but I guess now’s a good time for us to talk. Especially with what happened these days.” He looks over his shoulder. “Have you checked the news?”

Taiga feigns ignorance and shakes his head.

Toma sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Well, the club has been heavily scrutinized these past few days,” he begins. “You see, one of the members of the archery club was killed a few days ago.”

“What?” Taiga asks. Sometimes he has to applaud himself for being a good actor. “What happened?”

“Nijiro …” Toma swallows. “He’s one of our best athletes. He recently won the Prefecturals. Proudest moment of my life.” He looks down at his cup of tea and sniffs. “But poor Mone. She was just supposed to do her daily housekeeping in the range when she found him lying on his back with an arrow on his neck. I understand why the President thought she could use some support, though I already told her she could take a break if she wants.”

“So … has anyone been arrested?”

Toma shakes his head. “We’re still under investigation. No one in the club went on hiding, so it’s either no one in the club is the killer or someone else is the culprit. Hokuto or Jesse might have told you that the archery range is closed.” When Taiga nods, he continues. “The police wants to preserve the evidence in the crime scene. Even I can’t access my office there.”

“How’s the team holding up?” Taiga asks.

“Everyone’s on their guard, which is natural. They don’t know if the club is being attacked or if one of them is the killer.” Toma’s smile is grim. “I’m just as scared as they are, but what can I do? I’m the coach. And we have Nationals to prepare for.”

Despite himself, Taiga feels sorry for the archery club. No one, except probably the killer, wanted this to happen. Even if this case is solved, the entire club would have to bear with the fact that they lost a clubmate.

“I’ll do whatever I can for the team,” Taiga declares.

Toma’s shoulders relax. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I’m sure it’s not going to be easy for you either, but Mone and I will do what we can.” He stands up and looks at his watch. “Well, it’s almost time for us to go. Shall we?”

The indoor archery range is a spacious and well-lit area with high ceilings and a polished wooden floor. Large windows on one side allow natural light to filter in, while fluorescent lights on the ceiling provide a bright and even illumination. The walls are lined with targets made of foam, each one marked with concentric rings to measure accuracy.

Despite the bustling activity of archers taking turns to shoot their arrows, the atmosphere is surprisingly tranquil. There is a sense of focus and discipline in the air, as archers line up their shots, take a deep breath, and release the arrow with a swift motion. Taiga finds this peacefulness contrasting with the tension that everyone probably feels with the ongoing murder investigation.

“Well, this is it.” Toma gestures toward the sight before him. “Our temporary station. Let’s go look for Mone, alright?”

Taiga feels the curious stares of the archers as he and Toma walk past. He manages a small smile and a nod in greeting before he and Toma disappear in a room.

He deduces it’s the supply room with the small space with shelves and racks that hold bows, arrows, quivers, targets, and other gear. On the workbench sat a girl in a ponytail who is sorting arrows on the table.

“Mone?” Toma calls, knocking on the door.

Mone turns at them then blinks in recognition. “Oh, Coach! Hello.” She then looks at Taiga curiously. “You must be the assistant manager.”

“Taiga Kyomoto.” Taiga holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you …”

“Mone Kamishiraishi. But Mone’s fine.” Mone seems to relax as she shakes his hand.

“Okay, then, you can call me Taiga.”

“I’m gonna introduce him to the team in a bit, but you can show him around after,” Toma mentions. He jabs his thumb to the direction of the range.

Taiga follows Mone to the range, where Toma claps his hands to catch everyone’s attention. “Okay, everyone, I need your attention, please!”

The archers put down their bows and borrows and whisper to each other as they form a circle around Toma, Taiga, and Mone. From his vantage point, Taiga sees Hokuto and Jesse standing at the back.

“Well, I know this is weird given current circumstances, but the President insisted that we get an assistant manager so there’s less pressure on Mone,” Toma explains. He nudges Taiga forward. “Everyone, meet Taiga Kyomoto.”

Taiga can feel everyone’s eyes on him, but he tries to maintain composure. “Hi,” he begins, giving a small wave. “I’m Taiga Kyomoto. Fine Arts major. Just moved here today. Nice to meet you all.”

He’s met with a myriad of gazes — some steely and unyielding, others curious and inquisitive. Despite the variety in the expressions, Taiga’s not taken aback by the reception he receives. The tense atmosphere in the club is understandable, with every member seemingly on edge.

“Well.” Toma puts his hands together in an attempt to diffuse the tension. “Nationals is in two months, so we shouldn’t slack off. Mone will walk Taiga through what happens in the club, so don’t disturb them unless necessary, okay?”

Taiga follows Mone to the supply room while Toma stays back to watch the archers in practice. “Taiga,” she speaks up. “Do you have experience in archery.”

“Not really.” Taiga scratches the back of his head. “Is it bad?”

Mone hums and shakes her head. “I didn’t know a thing about archery before I came here,” she admits with a chuckle. She turns on the lights again. “One of my friends used to be the manager of the club, and she had to move away. She showed me the ropes, and the rest is history. You’ll learn about the sport, eventually.”

Taiga knows there is still a lot to observe about the archery club, but he needs to do this investigation right, and that means he has to blend in properly. He focuses on Mone’s orientation, giving him a tour of the supply room and what needs to be taken in and out for the day. Mone also gives him a manual containing all club policies and procedures. There’s also a folder containing the member files, and Taiga mentally thanks her because this will prove valuable information.

“What else,” Mone says contemplatively as she taps her cheek. “Well, practice will end in thirty minutes. I guess you have time to observe and shadow me in the meantime. Any questions?”

Taiga takes it as his chance. “Coach Toma told me about … the murder.”

Mone’s eyes widen, her face growing pale. “Yeah,” she says, her voice small. “How much did he tell you?”

“That the victim was your star athlete. And … you found the body.”

“Yeah, you’d think watching murder mysteries would prepare you, but nothing beats the real thing.” Mone sighs and sits down on the bench. “It was around six in the morning? I was just supposed to do my daily housekeeping, then I saw Nijiro lying face down on the ground. I scared the janitor who was passing by, but we haven’t been the same since.”

“You think it was anyone from the club who did it?”

Mone looks at him, her eyes wide. “I don’t know,” she replies, lips turning down. “Everyone’s suspecting Hokuto because he was the last person seen with Nijiro. But it could be anyone. Nijiro’s a talented archer, but he’s not exactly the nicest person around.”

Taiga notices her hands balling into fists.

“Well.” Mone smiles. “I appreciate the President’s concern for me after I found the body, so I would really love it if we could work together and diffuse the tension among the club. Everyone’s innocent until proven guilty, right?”

He nods. He has a bit of what he needs at the moment. If he delves further, he might be branded as nosy and could arouse suspicion among the club members.

Suddenly, he hears noise from outside — the clanking of arrows on the ground and yelling. Taiga and Mone look at each other before rushing outside.

They find Toma holding back one of the archers. The archer’s face is red, and his chest is heaving. On the other side, Jesse seems to be shielding Hokuto, who seems to have shrunken, his gaze on the ground.

“Calm down, Kento, now is not the time for this,” Toma says through gritted teeth.

“Come on, Coach, we can’t have the suspect of a murder be around us!” Kento thrashes around until he frees himself. He doesn’t charge toward Jesse and Hokuto, though, but he jabs a finger at them. “For all we know, he has plans against us, too!”

“Well, Kento, until the police or the school administration tells us to keep Hokuto away from the archery range, we can’t.” Toma grabs him by the arm. “Make any more trouble, and I’m taking you off Nationals.”

Kento glares at Toma, then at Jesse and Hokuto, before picking his bow and striding away.

Mone sighs. “This was what I was afraid of,” she says as she moves forward to pick up the arrows.

“Okay, everyone, let’s go back to practice!” Toma orders.

Taiga can’t help but look at Hokuto’s direction. Jesse has his arms on Hokuto’s shoulders, whispering something, probably words of reassurance. Hokuto’s gaze remains on the ground, swallowing occasionally.

For some reason, Taiga understands. He remembers how it felt like whenever Yugo or Shintaro would drag him to play or hang out with their classmates. Taiga understands the long stares and the whispers that came his way, and he remembers all he wanted then was to go home and think that maybe being homeschooled was a good idea, after all.

It’s nothing compared to being suspected as a murder, of course, but the sight makes Taiga want to hope that Hokuto isn’t the killer. He takes a deep breath. And he’ll make sure he’ll do what he can to solve this case.

“And how is your first day of school?”

A box of donuts is waiting on his desk, and Taiga quickly sits down and grabs one of them. “I’m tired,” he mentions before taking a bite.

Yugo laughs as he takes a donut. “That’s understandable,” he replies. “You’ve been homeschooled all your life. But you’ll get used to it. Minus the investigation stuff.”

“Can I get clearance to investigate the crime scene tomorrow?” Taiga asks. “I don’t have class, and I’m not supposed to be in the club until the afternoon.”

“Gotcha.” Yugo takes out his phone and types something before setting it on the table. “Juri’s in the police station. We should get additional information soon. How was interacting with the prime suspect?”

Taiga thinks of Hokuto, and he shrugs. “The entire campus is practically suspecting him, and it’s getting to him,” he replies, finishing his donut. “It’s either it’s sending him into a spiral of depression, or he’s a really good actor.”

“Too early to tell, though.” Yugo stands up and observes the whiteboard containing everything in the case file. “The clues are straightforward, but we need a motive and conclusive evidence.”

Taiga stands up and heads next to Yugo. He didn’t have a chance to ask anyone from the club about why everyone thinks Hokuto killed Nijiro. And there’s something about Mone mentioning that Hokuto was last seen with Nijiro before he died …

And then he remembers.

“The coach and the assistant manager said different things about the body,” Taiga declares.

Yugo blinks. “Huh?”

“Coach Toma Ikuta said he saw Nijiro Murakami lying on his back, but …” He points to the photo of the body. “Nijiro is lying face-down, which is much more consistent with Mone’s statement.”

“Maybe he saw wrong?” Yugo tries.

Taiga shrugs. “Could be,” he says. “Lapse of memory. Could be nothing, but could also be something.”

“Guess that means we should look into the coach, too. I’ll ask Juri if he could ask the school administrators for his employee file.”

“I have the files of the club members, too.”

The door opens, and Juri steps inside. “We have autopsy findings and surveillance camera footage,” he declares.

Yugo makes Juri eat first before they go through their findings. Luckily for them, Shintaro drops by with lunchboxes for dinner. While they eat, Taiga tells them everything he has gathered from his first day at university so far.

After that, Juri takes out his laptop. “Okay, so autopsy first. The medical examiner said that the cause of death is blood loss through the stab wound on his neck. The wound is deep, so it’s either he was struck in close range or someone actually used an arrow to stab him.”

“It could mean that the killer could be someone from the archery club or someone else.” Yugo shakes his head. “That broadens our suspect pool.”

“No signs of a scuffle, and nothing funny in the toxicology report.” Juri closes the photos from the autopsy before opening the video. “And here is the surveillance footage we got outside the archery range on the night of the murder.”

Taiga watches the grainy footage and takes note of the time. It was 8:30 PM when Nijiro entered the archery range. Juri speeds up the footage, and Taiga notices that Hokuto entered ten minutes later.

It was 8:50 PM when Hokuto left the archery range. “Hold on, pause,” Taiga says.

When Juri does so, Taiga notices that Hokuto is holding something. It’s a thick binder. Taiga makes a mental note of that. “I wonder what that is,” he muses.

“That’s something you need to get out of him, cuz,” Shintaro remarks.

Juri continues playing the video. “Nijiro never came out, though,” he adds. “So, if Hokuto Matsumura is the killer, he left him to bleed.”

“Nijiro could have rushed and called for help, though,” Shintaro points out. “No signs of him being restrained, right?”

Juri shakes his head.

Taiga hums. “I don’t think that stab wound is that deep for him to bleed to death so soon. Especially if the time of death is 11:50 PM,” he says. “Something else must have happened from 8:30 PM until Nijiro’s death.”

“I can check the footage from before the two went inside the archery range,” Juri volunteers. “Maybe someone could have gone inside and never gone out.”

“It’s an outdoor range, so maybe someone came in elsewhere, too,” Yugo offers.

“Okay. I’ll ask for surveillance footage from other angles, too.”

“I’ll do background check on everyone in Taiga’s files,” Shintaro volunteers.

“And as for me …” Taiga trails off as he hears his phone beep. He opens the notification and realizes that he had been added to a group chat.

The archery club’s group chat, to be specific.

There’s another message from Mone.

“Hi, Taiga! So sorry to have added you at this hour only. But this is where we also post important announcements to the archers. If you have any questions, just ask!”

Taiga smiles and sends a thumbs-up emoji. Curiosity then gets to the best of him as he scrolls up the archery club’s group chat, hoping to access the past messages, but to his disappointment, he can’t. And the group chat is quiet about the murder, too. Probably some of the club members are talking outside this group chat.

“Hey, Juri,” he mentions.

Juri pauses from whispering something to Yugo. “Sup?”

“Is it possible to access past messages from a group chat?” he asks.

“That would mean I have to ask permission from the telecommunications company,” Juri replies.

Shintaro raises his hand. “I can ask the Chief.”

“Great.” Taiga grins as he scrolls through the past messages again and sees Hokuto’s reply. He thinks for a second before deciding to add him in his contacts. He then types up a quick reply.

“Hey! I hope you don’t mind me adding you. Got worried after what happened at practice earlier.”

Taiga notices that the message was read, but there’s no reply. He sighs and locks his phone. He can’t force Hokuto to open up to him right away, but this is a good start.

Hopefully.

Taiga arrives at the archery range just as the sun is beginning to rise. He had passed by there yesterday before he returned to the agency, just so he wouldn’t get lost on the way. And now he’s back, this time to search for clues.

As he approaches the range, he sees two police officers standing guard. They nod at him as he approaches and he shows them his ID, indicating that he’s authorized to enter and investigate the crime scene. They step aside and he walks onto the range.

The outdoor archery range is nestled in a secluded corner of campus park, surrounded by dense trees and shrubbery. The ground is covered in a thin layer of gravel and dirt, and there are several rows of targets set up at varying distances. A wooden platform is built at one end of the range, where the archers stand and take their shots. The morning mist still hangs low in the air, casting a soft glow over the range and adding a sense of eerie stillness to the scene.

The is surrounded by tall chicken wire fences that had been weathered by years of use. Taiga observed it closely, noticing that there are some areas where the wire was slightly bent or damaged, suggesting that someone could have climbed over it. He makes a mental note to investigate whether there were any footprints or other signs of tampering along the fence line. It’s possible that the killer had entered the range by climbing over the fence, taking advantage of the element of surprise.

The chalk outline of where Nijiro Murakami’s body has been found is still visible on the ground. Taiga takes a deep breath and tries to clear his mind, focusing on the task at hand.

He began to walk around the range, scanning the area for anything that might be relevant. But he doesn’t find much. The arrow that had killed Nijiro Murakami is missing, and there doesn’t seem to be any other obvious clues.

Taiga kneels down near where Nijiro’s body has been found and examines the ground. He’s looking for any sign of a struggle or anything else that might have been missed. But again, he comes up empty.

Frustrated, Taiga stands up and walks over to the supply room where the archery club kept its arrows. He makes a mental note of the specific brand of arrows they use and decides to have each one analyzed for DNA. For all he knows, the killer might have kept the murder weapon as a souvenir. It’s a long shot, but it’s better than nothing.

As he is leaving the supply room, Taiga notices a ladder propped up against the wall outside. It seems out of place — there’s already a mini-ladder inside the supply room, and nothing in the wooden platform indicates that a ladder can be used.

Could the killer have used this to climb the fence?

He makes a note of it and continues his search. He also has to check the case files to see if a ladder was present at the scene.

Taiga spends another hour or so on the range, but he doesn’t find anything else of note. He has to leave to make it to his art education class. Taiga shoots quick instructions at the group chat he shares with Yugo, Juri, and Shintaro before finally leaving.

He arrives in the lecture hall fifteen minutes before the start of class. There are still a few people inside, but Taiga recognizes the back of Hokuto’s head. Taiga takes a deep breath and steps inside the lecture hall.

Taiga sits down next to Hokuto. “Good morning!” he singsongs. “Guess we’re in the same class again.”

To his surprise, the approachable Hokuto Matsumura that brought him to art history yesterday is replaced by someone quiet, someone who could barely look at him in the eye. Taiga can feel the tension between them, and the unease that lingers in the room was palpable.

As class is about to start, some of the other students start to trickle in. Taiga can feel their eyes on them. He tries to ignore them and focus on his mission. He needs to find out whether Hokuto was the murderer, and to do that, he needs to gain his trust.

Taiga decides to start with the basics. “Matsumura, if this is about the incident yesterday …”

Hokuto doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading. Taiga internally scoffs because he doesn’t even flip a page. “You don’t have to hang out with me, you know,” he mumbles. “People could think that you’re hanging out with a murderer.”

Taiga fiddles with his school ID, his picture staring back at him. Hokuto’s stubbornness is frustrating him so far, but he can’t back down now. Even if he doesn’t believe his words — at least, partly — he has to do this. For now, he is a student in this university.

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t believe you did it,” he says.

Hokuto finally looks at him, eyes wide. “What makes you think that?”

“Because the killer would have disappeared the moment he killed Nijiro Murakami. And you’re still here, right? You’re tolerating the whispers and stares of the entire student body, and you haven’t backed down.”

Hokuto just stares at him as if he had grown horns.

Taiga continues. “And besides, there’s no evidence against you, right?” he says.

“Actually.” Hokuto gulps. “I was the last person seen with Murakami.”

He looks around to make sure no one is eavesdropping on them. Taiga then shifts closer until their shoulders touch. “What were you doing?”

“I went to get my readings in the club’s locker room,” Hokuto admits, closing his book. “We had a test the next day, so I had to put on some decent clothes and head to the archery range before 9 PM. He was there. Almost gave me a shock because I don’t think anyone should be at the range that late at night unless they forgot something, too.”

“So what was he doing there?” Taiga asks.

Hokuto shrugs. “He didn’t say,” he says. “Prefecturals were over, so I don’t think he was catching up on practice. I didn’t really care. But we got to talk a bit. Resolved some things between us, I guess. We argued earlier that day over captainship, and I was surprised he’s giving up the position for me. And then I went to get my readings and I was out after ten minutes, I guess?”

It matches the timestamps in the surveillance footage. But the problem is, it’s not definitive proof that Hokuto didn’t kill Nijiro. For all Taiga knew, the two still got into a heated argument, and Hokuto stabbed Nijiro with an arrow.

But then he remembers that Hokuto was only carrying a thick binder and no bag. His clothes in the surveillance footage didn’t show that he was hiding something. But it also could have meant that he cleaned the arrow and stuffed it back in the supply room.

And then there’s a question about the ladder.

“I still don’t have a solid alibi,” Hokuto continues, head hung low. “But I am telling the truth. But I guess people don’t see that. You saw Kento yesterday.”

“I’m sure not everyone in the archery club thinks you did it.”

Hokuto looks at Taiga, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Some of the other members of the archery club think you’re innocent too. They’re just afraid to say it out loud.”

Hokuto looks away, his expression unreadable. “It doesn’t matter what they think. The police are the ones who matter. And right now, they think I’m the killer.”

Taiga can feel the frustration and anger in Hokuto’s voice. He understands that Hokuto is going through a difficult time, and he wants to help him.

But at the same time, he can’t be too biased.

Suddenly, an idea comes to him. But before he could even speak up again, the bell rings. Hokuto shifts away from him, and before Taiga could follow him, a student sits in between them, barely noticing the tension between the two students as he’s jamming to a song playing in his headphones.

Taiga sighs and takes out his laptop. Well, at least he got something out of the conversation.

When class is dismissed, Hokuto quickly picks up his belongings and heads out of the lecture hall before Taiga can even catch up to him. Sighing, Taiga takes out his phone and sends him a message, ignoring the one he had sent last night but was left on Read.

“You have to believe me that I believe you. If you want, we could search for the real killer together and clear your name.”

Again, left on Read. But he supposes Taiga had planted the seed.

He just hopes that something good would come out of it.

Taiga receives a text message from Juri, saying that he found something significant to case. He checks his phone and is relieved to find that he still has some time before heading to archery practice in the afternoon.

He quickens his pace as he runs to the agency. When he arrives, Yugo is seated on his desk, checking something on his laptop. Beside him, Juri is leaning close to him as they look at the screen. They’re a little too close, and Taiga wonders if he should just come back later.

Maybe if he doesn’t interrupt, the two would actually confess to each other …

Unfortunately, Yugo looks up and notices him. He yelps and jumps up, sending the chair crashing against the wall. “How long have you been standing there?” he demands, his face red.

Taiga grins and shrugs. “A while, I guess,” he replies. “How long have you two been like that?”

Juri clears his throat as he steps back. “Well, we found something,” he declares.

He sighs and approaches them. “What is it?” he asks.

Juri shifts the laptop close to him. “I did some digging on the university’s database and found some interesting information about the archery club’s finances.”

Taiga raises an eyebrow as he looks at the numbers on the screen. “What did you find?” he asks.

“Well, it turns out that the club has been struggling financially for the past few years,” Juri explains. “They’ve been cutting back on equipment purchases and training sessions. And yet, they still managed to participate in some high-profile competitions. It doesn’t add up.”

Taiga nods thoughtfully. “So someone might be embezzling funds from the club?”

“It’s possible,” Yugo replies, his face back to its normal color. “But we’ll need more evidence to prove it. The question is if this is relevant to Nijiro Murakami’s murder.”

And then he remembers. “Matsumura told me that Nijiro Murakami was in the archery range on the day of the murder when he’s not usually supposed to. Prefecturals are over, so he’s not required for late-night practice,” he mentions. “He could probably know about the embezzlement, or …”

“He’s the one embezzling the funds himself,” Yugo adds.

Taiga nods. “At least, that’s one theory,” he says. “Matsumura also mentioned that they argued about the captainship, but when he ran into Murakami at the archery range, they made up about it. That’s another theory.”

“At least we’re onto something.” Yugo finishes scribbling on his notepad.

“Hey, Juri?” Taiga says. “I think we need security footage on the surrounding areas of the archery range. Killer could have climbed up from the fence.”

“Yeah, I’m about to grab them at the station.” Juri closes his laptop and stuffs it in his bag. “I’ll keep you guys updated, alright?”

Taiga watches Juri leave and then glances at Yugo with a grin on his face.

“Shut up.” Yugo avoids his gaze, his face reddening again.

“You two are totally in love.” Taiga giggles, elbowing Yugo on the arm. “You should ask him out.”

Yugo scoffs. “We’re both too busy with this case,” he says. “I don’t think we have the time to go on a decent date.”

“Oh come on, Yugo, you’ve liked him since, what, your college years?” Taiga throws his hands up. “And I’ve seen you two pine over each other over, it’s frustrating. He’ll date you even if it’s not a candlelit dinner in the most expensive restaurant in Tokyo.”

“How about this.” Yugo sits down and sighs. “When this case is over, I’ll ask him out.”

It’s not the answer that Taiga wants, but at least Yugo is finally about to do something. And it’s another motivation to solve this case quickly.

Taiga spends the whole practice day shadowing Mone the moment he steps inside the indoor archery range. Mone teaches him how to log the equipment taken in and out by the archers, how to do housekeeping, and how to file the club members’ practice records.

“Do you handle the finances, too?” Taiga asks, remembering about the signs of embezzlement in the club finances that Juri had shown him earlier.

Mone shakes her head. “Coach Toma does that,” she replies. “And the Captain. That was supposed to be Nijiro, but …”

Taiga glances at Toma’s direction. His gaze is focused on the archers practicing, often coming forward to demonstrate the proper form. He passes by Hokuto, who lands a bull’s eye, and he grins and pats him on the arm.

Beside him, Kento Nakajima rolls his eyes before focusing back on his aim.

He has another question to ask, and he makes it quick before they start cleaning up. “Mone,” he speaks up, “are all arrows the same?”

Mone blinks and chuckles. “No, they’re not,” she replies. “The club uses a different brand of arrows, but we always use wood. But we can’t use them because we’re not supposed to take them out while the case is ongoing. But the arrows in this range is almost the same, so the archers have no problem.”

“What other kinds of arrows are out there?”

“Oh, I think some are made of fiberglass? Others from aluminum.” Mone hums as she picks up her basket, a sign that they’re supposed to start cleaning as the archers start packing up.

It could be possible that the brand of arrow used to kill Nijiro could be different from the ones the archery club uses. He makes a mental reminder to check the autopsy again. If there are signs of wood, then they have no choice but to go forward with DNA testing all the arrows in the club room.

When he and Mone finish cleaning, Kento and a group of archery club members have just stepped out of the locker rooms. “Hey, newbie,” he greets. “We haven’t given you a welcome party yet.”

Taiga blinks and points to himself.

“Of course, you’re the only newbie here, aren’t you?” Kento laughs. He looks more approachable now that he’s not glaring at anyone, particularly Hokuto. “There’s this really good yakiniku place nearby. Wanna join us?”

“Kento doesn’t bite,” Mone giggles.

Kento grins and gives them a peace sign. “You, too, Mone,” he says, before looking back at Taiga. “So?”

“Sure.” Taiga smiles. Just because Hokuto is the prime suspect doesn’t mean that there aren’t other suspects around there. This could be the perfect chance to learn more about the club and potential suspects.

He takes out his phone and texts Yugo and Juri where he’ll be and sends the location for good measure. He smiles to himself. Maybe the two would actually go out on a dinner date because of this.

Taiga steps into the yakiniku restaurant, and his senses are enveloped with a tantalizing symphony of sizzling meats and fragrant spices. The warm, dimly lit space is adorned with wooden accents and flickering lanterns, casting a soft glow over the polished tables. A chorus of laughter and animated conversations fill the air, intermingling with the rhythmic clinking of metal tongs on grill plates.

He trails behind Mone, who trails behind Kento and the group as they make their way to a long table. They take their orders and wait for their drinks before they toast to the end of another school week.

“So, Kyomoto,” Fuma Kikuchi, who is always attached to Kento, breaks the ice once they start grilling the meat, “what brings you to Kofu?”

“Homeschooled,” Taiga replies, thanking Mone as she slides a couple of strips of beef on his plate. “Told Dad I want to experience a normal college life, and he had to pull some strings. They told me Mone needs an assistant, and what’s a normal college life without extracurriculars, right?”

“Ha!” Fuma laughs. “You don’t look like a homeschooled freak.”

“Fuma!” Mone hisses before bowing apologetically at Taiga. “His mouth doesn’t have a filter, I’m sorry.”

Taiga laughs, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I’m used to it,” he replies.

“It’s too bad you came at a bad time, though,” Kento mentions. “We’re kinda involved in a murder case.”

“Yeah, Coach Toma told me.” Taiga helps himself to some meat first to gather his thoughts and think of what he could ask. “Are you close with Nijiro Murakami?”

Kento scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We’re forced to be close to him. He’s … was, team captain after all. He has a big head, but what can we do? He was the best archer in our team. Brought us to Nationals.”

“But really, he’s an asshole and a serial blackmailer,” Fuma adds. “Remember that one time he bribed Nakayama-senpai when he caught him cheating on his girlfriend?”

“Asshole bought a new laptop as soon as he got the money then spilled the entire thing to Nakayama-senpai’s girlfriend anyway,” Kento adds, his gaze on the grilling meat. “I mean, I don’t condone the cheating, but I don’t condone the blackmailing either.”

Taiga blinks. “He’s blackmailed others, too?”

Kento shrugs. “Probably. He might have blackmailed Hokuto, too, since Hokuto looked really mad when they argued before he was murdered.”

“Hokuto’s nice, though,” Mone mumbles.

“Mone.” Fuma sighs. “I know. He’s nice. We’ve been with him since first year. But he was the last person seen with Nijiro. We can’t be too sure now.”

“The police hasn’t released anything yet,” Mone sniffs, indignant. “And Hokuto keeps showing up to practice. A murderer wouldn’t be able to face his fellow teammates after killing one of them.”

“Well, I can’t have a potential suspect practice around us, either.” Kento’s face hardens. “After what happened? I don’t feel safe.” He glances at Taiga. “I wouldn’t hang around Hokuto so much, if I were you. And Jesse, either. Those two are attached. Even if Hokuto didn’t kill Nijiro, maybe his best friend did.”

Taiga’s mind races as he considers the possibilities surrounding Jesse’s involvement in the murder case. He takes another bite of grilled meat, trying to calm his nerves and think clearly. Despite the jovial atmosphere of the restaurant, the weight of the situation hangs heavily in the air.

As the conversation continues, Taiga decides to probe further. “Do you think there's any evidence linking Jesse to the crime? Has he been acting suspiciously or shown any unusual behavior lately?”

Kento leans back in his chair, deep in thought. “Honestly, I can’t say for sure. Jesse has always been a bit unpredictable, but he’s never shown any signs of violence before. It’s hard to imagine him resorting to murder.”

Fuma interjects, his brow furrowed. “But you know how close he is to Hokuto. Loyalty can make people do crazy things. Maybe Jesse thought he was protecting Hokuto, or maybe there’s something else going on that we don’t know about.”

Mone, who has been mostly silent, adds, “I’ve known Jesse for a long time, and he’s always been kind and considerate. I can’t imagine him hurting anyone, let alone killing someone.”

Taiga’s gaze shifts from one friend to another, each of them wrestling with their own doubts and suspicions. He knows that they all share a deep bond formed through their shared experiences on the archery team. Yet, in the midst of uncertainty, the truth remains elusive.

One thing’s for sure, though — he’s going to need more information about everyone in the club before jumping into conclusions.

Taiga decides if he is going to get Hokuto’s trust, he’s going to have to force his way through it. The next day, he plops his lunchbox on Hokuto and Jesse’s usual table and smiles in greeting before checking his lunch and helping himself. Jesse makes an impressed sound, but Hokuto remains quiet.

At least he’s making progress with getting to know Jesse. The guy doesn’t know when to shut up, even to the point of oversharing stories about which archery club member slept with who. To Taiga, he’s definitely a bad killer if he ever did kill Nijiro Murakami.

“What’s your next class?” Jesse asks.

Taiga checks his phone. He still hasn’t memorized his schedule by heart. “Portfolio Development? Takeda Building.”

“Same as your schedule, Hokuto.” Jesse elbows Hokuto. “You doing okay with regular class, though? Weren’t you homeschooled?”

Taiga smiles and nods. “Yeah, I’m good, so far. Matsumura’s been a big help.”

Finally, Hokuto glances up at him, and Taiga doesn’t miss the way his cheeks turn deep pink.

“Hey, listen,” Jesse mentions, unlocking his phone. “We should hang out. You’ve hung out with Kento and the others yesterday, right?” He chuckles when Taiga blinks. “We’re friends on Instagram. I saw your picture.”

“Yeah, he invited me, so…” Taiga shrugs.

“It’s fine.” Jesse waves a hand. “I know the two of us aren’t the most trustworthy people in the club right now, but you’re doing your job. We’re not murderers, but that’s how people see us right now. If we run away, then that raises their suspicions, right?” He throws an arm around Hokuto. “So we’re doing our best until the right person gets arrested.”

Taiga can’t believe but admire the two friends in front of him. Whether or not they’re involved in the murder is a different story, but the fact that they’re actually putting up with this …

But anyway, this is the perfect opportunity for Taiga to observe the two friends. He smiles. “I’m game. With hanging out with you, I mean.”

He doesn’t miss the way Hokuto’s eyes widen while Jesse lets out a whoop.

As the autumn sun sets behind the cityscape, casting a warm golden glow across the streets, Taiga finds himself walking alongside Hokuto and Jesse toward the local cinema. The air is crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of fallen leaves and the promise of an enchanting evening.

As they enter the dimly lit theater, the soft murmur of anticipation filled the air. Taiga glances at Hokuto out of the corner of his eye, his features drenched in the flickering glow of the movie posters. There’s something intriguing about the way he holds himself—quiet yet confident, with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

They settle into their seats, the plush cushions enveloping them as they prepare for the movie. The lights dim further, the room hushing in collective anticipation. The first notes of the movie’s score resonate through the theater.

The film begins, and as the action unfolds, Taiga can’t help but steal glances at Hokuto. His gaze is fixed on the screen, his eyes reflecting the vivid imagery and the wonders unfolding before them.

For the first time since he met Hokuto, this is the first time he has seen Hokuto look so happy. Taiga finds myself drawn to his enthusiasm, and it ignites a newfound curiosity within him.

Beside Taiga, Jesse seems equally immersed in the spectacle, occasionally exclaiming with delight at the thrilling sequences. Taiga laughs along with him, but his attention is often pulled back to Hokuto, as if an invisible thread connects them, urging hm to look his way.

Their eyes meet briefly during a particularly exhilarating scene, and for a fleeting moment, time stands still. It’s as if the world around them dissolves, leaving only the two of them suspended in that shared gaze.

Yet, as quickly as it has appeared, the spell is broken. Hokuto turns his attention back to the movie, and Taiga averts his eyes, his heart thumping with a mix of confusion and anticipation.

After the movie, they follow Jesse toward a family restaurant nestled just around the corner. Hokuto excuses himself to go to the restroom, leaving Jesse and Taiga browsing the menu.

Hokuto excuses himself, claiming the need for a restroom break. Left alone with Taiga, Jesse flashes a mischievous grin, a glint of playful mischief dancing in his eyes.

“So, Taiga,” he begins, his voice laden with amusement, “Can’t help but notice the looks you two were sharing at the theater. Are you gonna tell me there’s nothing going on between you and my best friend?”

Taiga’s cheeks flushes. He tries to wave off Jesse’s teasing. “We were just watching the movie, Jesse,” he replies, feigning nonchalance. “Nothing more.”

Jesse chuckles knowingly, but his smile softens as he speaks again. “You know, this is the happiest Hokuto has been since the whole mess with the murder accusations. The guy would break down at my place before we’d go to campus together. I hope you believe me when I say he — we — had nothing to do with it.”

Taiga leans in closer, his voice a mere whisper. “Matsumura told me he went to the archery range to get his readings,” he says. “But what about you, Jesse? What was your alibi the night the guy was killed?”

Jesse nods solemnly, his gaze locking with Taiga’s. “Yeah, I have an alibi. I was with some friends at a bar that night. I went home with a friend because we live in the same apartment, but we went home past two in the morning.”

Taiga’s mind races. Jesse’s answer matches the facts on the police file. But he still needs answers. “Did Nijiro Murakami ever blackmail Matsumura?” he asks, remembering his conversation with Kento and Fuma at the yakiniku restaurant.

Just as Jesse is about to answer, Hokuto reappears, his presence interrupting their conversation. Taiga’s heart sinks momentarily, realizing his opportunity for an unfiltered revelation had slipped away.

Jesse, however, is quick to react. He covertly taps his phone screen, sending Taiga a discreet message. The words glow on the screen, illuminated by a digital glow in the dimly lit restaurant booth.

I can’t tell you. Hokuto doesn’t want anyone to know what Nijiro was blackmailing him for. But believe me, neither of us had anything to do with Nijiro’s murder.

Taiga’s gaze shifts from his phone back to the table, meeting Hokuto’s eyes. There’s a flicker of vulnerability there, masked by a smile as he settles back into the booth.

In that moment, Taiga wants to believe Hokuto and Jesse. He makes a silent promise to uncover the truth, whatever it takes.

The autumn evening casts a cool, dusky hue over the city as Taiga pushes open the door to Detail One. The familiar scent of coffee greets him, along with the soft hum of conversation. Yugo and Shintaro are huddled around the desk, engrossed whatever’s on the screen, while Juri is busy setting up the projector.

“Hey, just in time!” Juri greets as he glances at Taiga’s direction. “I managed to retrieve the surveillance footage from the path leading to the fence surrounding the archery range.” He shoos Yugo and Shintaro off the desk before his fingers dance across the keyboard with practical ease.

Taiga’s heart skips a beat as his eyes lock onto the projector screen. The grainy black-and-white footage flickers to life, revealing a figure shrouded in a hoodie and a mask covering the other half of his face. The figure stealthily approaches the chicken wire fence, scales it with surprising agility, and disappears into where Taiga presumes the wooden shelter is.

“The guy climbed the fence at exactly 9:00 PM and returned ten minutes later,” Juri explains, fast-forwarding a bit to show the suspicious figure climb back outside from the fence and disappear from the camera’s view. He doesn’t seem to be bringing anything.

“It’s still circumstantial, but it could be enough to cast doubt on Matsumura’s involvement,” Taiga remarks. Hope surges within his chest. If they can prove Hokuto’s innocence, it will be a significant breakthrough in the case.

But their job is far from over. Now they have to identify that mystery figure and his involvement with Nijiro Murakami.

“Matsumura’s friend, Jesse Lewis, also told me that Hokuto was blackmailed by Nijiro,” Taiga adds. “Although he didn’t tell me what for.”

Shintaro reaches into his bag and produces two files, sliding them across Taiga. “Hokuto Matsumura’s record is spotless,” Shintaro states as Taiga scans the details. “Excellent grades, no criminal history. But Nijiro’s file paints a different picture. There are testimonies from his high school, documenting instances of extortion and blackmail from both students and teachers alike.”

The weight of the evidence presses against Taiga’s mind. It looks like their victim isn’t so blameless after all.

“And the embezzlement in the archery club,” Taiga continues, his gaze shifting toward Yugo. “Mone mentioned that Coach Toma handles all the funds.”

Shintaro leans back in his chair, his brow furrowing. “I’m still waiting for the background check on Toma Ikuta, but his employee file at the university seems clean.”

“Well, I guess that’s progress.” Taiga yawns. “I should get ready for tomorrow.”

Just as he stands up, his phone buzzes. The name “Hokuto Matsumura” appears on the notification, and Taiga’s heart skips. This is the first time Hokuto has messaged him.

“Hi,” the message reads, “I’m sorry if I kept pushing you away. As you probably know, these past few days haven’t been exactly good to me. Jesse told me I should learn to trust you because you believe in me, and I’m still in the process of re-learning to trust others again.”

His heart flutters at the message. He smiles as he types a response.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I understand where you’re coming from. :)”

The reply comes to him in a matter of seconds.

“Are you free tomorrow? I owe you a personal apology. And if you like free food, there’s this restaurant I want to check out.”

“The restaurant offers free food?”

“Of course not! It’ll be my treat, of course. I hope that makes up for me not trusting you.”

“In that case, I won’t say no to free food. :)”

“Someone looks happy.”

Taiga yelps and instantly locks his phone, but it’s too late. Yugo is already draped right behind him, likely to have read the entire conversation. His face reddens as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket. “I’m building a connection with the prime suspect, okay?”

To his surprise, Yugo’s brows furrow. He sighs. “Taiga, I know you want to get to the bottom of this, but try not to get emotionally attached to anyone involved,” he says.

“I’m not getting emotionally attached,” Taiga insists, ignoring the memories of Hokuto’s gaze at the theater. “I know well enough not to let my personal feelings cloud my judgment.”

Yugo gives him a long stare before shrugging. “Just checking.” He pats Taiga on the shoulder. “Good night, Taiga.”

The aroma of sizzling burgers fill the air as Taiga steps into the bustling burger joint. The evening casts a warm golden glow upon the sky, and the fading light filters through the large windows, creating a cozy ambiance inside. Taiga’s heart races, his senses heightened, as he spots Hokuto sitting at a secluded corner table. The dim light accentuates the sharp angles of Hokuto’s face, his eyes reflecting a mixture of apprehension and remorse.

Taiga approaches his table, trying to maintain his composure. “Hokuto,” he greets, his voice betraying a hint of tension.

Hokuto rises from his seat, a genuine smile playing on his lips. “Hi, Taiga. Thanks for coming,” he replies.

“Can’t resist free food.” Taiga grins as they settle into their seats. The noise from the busy conversation seem to fade in the background, leaving only their conversation. “Besides, I do mean it when I believe you,” he adds, his eyes fixed on Hokuto’s face.

Hokuto’s expression softens. “It’s rare to see someone who believes in me. Especially when all the evidence points to me. You don’t even know me that long.”

“Everyone else knows you for longer, but they turned their back on you,” Taiga points out. His gaze lingers on Hokuto’s face, searching for any signs of deceit. The sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotions etched on his face, begins to dissolve the remaining ice around Taiga’s heart. He had watched countless criminal confessions, their eyes reflecting the darkness within. But Hokuto is different. Taiga can’t ignore the spark of truth that flickers in his gaze.

Hokuto clears his throat as he smiles and straightens in his seat. “Well, that’s a heavy conversation,” he says as he hands Taiga one of the menus on the table. “Let’s eat first.”

Over burgers and soda and shared fries, Hokuto opens up about his passion for archery, his voice alive with enthusiasm. He talks about countless hours spent perfecting his technique, the satisfaction of hitting the bullseye, and the camaraderie he feels with his fellow club members. His dreams of representing Japan in international competitions shimmer in his eyes as he shares his ambitions.

As Taiga listens, the layers of Hokuto Matsumura’s persona begin to unravel. He no longer sees a prime suspect, but a young man consumed by his love for the sport. The way Hokuto’s hands animatedly move, his eyes sparkling with fervor, it’s hard to believe he can harbor darkness within his soul.

“You’re passionate about archery, aren’t you?” Taiga asks, his curiosity genuine.

Hokuto pauses, his face reddening. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I spoke too much, didn’t I?”

Taiga laughs and shakes his head, ignoring the way his heart flutters. “It’s okay. I can tell you really love it. It’s nice.”

The blush in Hokuto’s cheeks doesn’t go away, but at least his smile is genuine as he nods. “It’s more than just a hobby or a club activity for me.” He hums as he sips the last of his soda. “When I was a kid, I had a hard time focusing. My elementary school teacher suggested archery, and, well, the rest is history. Even after everything that’s happened, archery is my sanctuary, a place where I find solace and purpose.”

The air carries a slight chill as they exit the burger joint. The neon lights illuminate the streets, casting a colorful glow upon the busy sky. The scent of grilled patties and fries still linger, but Taiga’s attention is focused on Hokuto.

As they stroll through the nearby park, the vibrant foliage rustles under their feet. Taiga can’t help but notice the hint of remorse etched on Hokuto’s face, visible even under the dimly lit streetlights.

Hokuto breaks the silence, his voice tinged with regret. “I’m sorry I pushed you away, Kyomoto.”

Taiga shakes his head. “I told you, I understand,” he says reassuringly. “I admire you, you know. If I were suspected of murder, I would have gone back to being homeschooled.”

Hokuto’s gaze meets Taiga’s. “Why were you homeschooled?”

Taiga grips the straps of his bag tightly as his gaze falls on the ground. Yugo’s warning courses through his mind, but even his hunch is telling him that there’s nothing wrong with what he’s feeling right now.

He takes a deep breath. “My dad’s a renowned criminal lawyer, and he had a lot of enemies, especially the powerful ones he put to jail,” he says. “When I was five, my mom passed away. When I was younger, Dad told me that she was very sick. But when I was older and did my own digging, I learned that my mom was perfectly healthy and that one of Dad’s enemies had gotten to her.”

Hokuto’s eyes widen. “I … I didn’t know,” he murmurs. He reaches out, his hand hovering over Taiga’s, as if unsure whether he should comfort him.

“My dad kept me away from public school for fear I’d be targeted as well,” Taiga continues, his voice low. He chuckles bitterly, a hollow sound echoing in the quiet park. “I only had my cousin and my neighbor for company, but they had their own friends. Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a fortress rather than a home. Every part of my life has been carefully monitored, from school to hobbies. It’s suffocating.”

A silence stretches between them, only broken by the distant honking of a car. Hokuto finally breaks the tense moment, his hand finally landing on Taiga’s. “Thank you for felling me,” he says gently. “It must be hard for you to open up about it.” He gives Taiga’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “And for all it’s worth, I think you’ve turned out to be a pretty amazing person, Kyomoto.” When he lets go, his gaze is filled with warmth. “You believed in me, despite everything that pointed at me being a criminal. You gave me a chance. That’s more than I can say for many people in this world.”

Taiga knows that he’s the one supposed to be comforting Hokuto, but tonight, it turned out to be the opposite. His words offer Taiga a comfort he hasn’t realized he needs. The knot in his heart starts to loosen, his frustrations ebbing away. He looks at Hokuto, truly seeing him.

Not as a suspect, but as a friend.

“Thank you, Matsumura,” he murmurs, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The frustration about his past still lingers, but for the first time in a long while, he feels a glimmer of home.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

Not ready to go home just yet, they find themselves in a brightly lit convenience store, picking up drinks. It’s almost empty, with only a tired-looking cashier at the counter and an elderly woman quietly browsing the magazine section.

There’s a question that’s been gnawing at him for a while now, but he’s been careful not to push Hokuto too hard. They’ve shared so much already tonight, he doesn’t want to ruin it. But he can’t let it go, he need to know.

So, standing amidst brightly packaged snacks and fizzy drinks, Taiga asks, “What exactly did Nijiro Murakami blackmail you for?”

Hokuto stiffens at the question. He looks down at the cold can of soda in his hand, turning it slowly. The fluorescent lights cast deep shadows on his face. He takes a moment, then a deep breath, and eventually answers. “He ... he caught me cheating on an important exam. I was struggling with that subject and I didn’t want to lose my scholarship.”

His confession surprises Taiga, but he keeps his tone steady. “What do your parents do?”

“They run a small business. It’s been tough for them financially recently. They’re trying their best to keep everything afloat.” Hokuto’s voice softens, a trace of sadness seeping into his words. “I didn’t want to be an extra burden.”

Nijiro’s hold on Hokuto, the way they argued before Nijiro was murdered — it all makes sense now. “What did you have to do for him to keep quiet?" he asks carefully.

His hand clenches around the soda can, knuckles turning white. “He made me underperform in competitions. Made sure he was the top athlete in our club.” He shakes his head, his face tight with frustration. “I hate it. I hate losing on purpose. But if it’s for my scholarship ... I didn’t have a choice.”

Hokuto thinks Taiga is judging him, Taiga can tell from the look in his eyes. “You think I hate you, don’t you?” he asks.

There’s a small nod from Hokuto, his gaze falling to his drink. “I mean, I cheated. That’s not right.”

“I won’t pretend to agree with cheating,” Taiga tells him. “But Nijiro Murakami’s a jerk, too. Blackmailing you like that isn’t fair.”

Hokuto glances at Taiga, his eyes studying him as he absorbs his words. Then, quietly, he adds, “Still ... He didn’t deserve to die.”

Taiga nods. They stand there in silence, amidst the hum of the refrigerators and the soft pop music playing through the speakers. It’s a shared agreement, an unspoken understanding.

As they head to the counter to pay, Hokuto turns to Taiga, his gaze steady. “Kyomoto, can … can I call you by your first name?”

The question surprises Taiga, but a smile tugs at his lips. “Only if I can call you Hokuto,” he says, matching Hokuto’s boldness with his own.

It’s a free day the next day, and all of them gather in Detail One, sorting through the clues and hoping they could find a lead. Taiga sits next to Juri as they pore over every frame of the surveillance footage he had enhanced while Taiga was having dinner with Hokuto. His fingers fly over the keyboard, manipulating the video, freezing frames, and zooming in on possible key details.

“Look,” Juri declares as he scrutinizes the image on the monitor. His fingers tap a rhythmic beat on the tabletop.

They’re looking at a close-up frame of the hooded man’s forearm. He had rolled up his sleeves when he climbed up the chicken fence and rolled it back down as he left. “That’s a tattoo?” he guesses, glancing at the mark on the mysterious figure’s left forearm. “Of a crane?”

“Hold on, I can enhance the image a bit more, but we might have to send this to a specialist for clearer identification.” Juri glances at Shintaro, who grins and gives him a mini-salute.

Taiga freezes at the realization. “I’ve seen some of the members of the archery club rolling up their sleeves. I don’t think any of them have tattoos on their forearms.” His eyes widen. “Not even Hokuto.”

“Maybe they concealed it with makeup?” Yugo suggests, a brow raising as he looks at Taiga.

“It’s possible. I’ll have to observe them closely in practice to be sure.” He gasps. “Coach Toma wears long-sleeved shirts all the time. And he handles the club finances. I’ll see if I can get him to roll up his sleeves to see if he has a tattoo.”

“And just in case you can’t …” Yugo says, typing quickly on his own laptop, “I’ll look into tattoo parlors, both near the school and everyone’s houses.”

This can be the breakthrough they need. It’s a tangible lead, and it can be the key to proving Hokuto’s innocence.

The next couple of days, Taiga observes the members of the archery club, trying to look for any signs of tattoos on their left forearms. And during his observations, he’s already ruled out most of the archers. Obviously, Mone’s out because her figure doesn’t match that of the hooded man’s. And she always wears short sleeves, and there are definitely no signs of a tattoo.

Taiga sneaks in an excuse to clean the locker’s room after practice to check everyone’s forearms. Aside from one of the seniors who had a tattoo on his back, no one had the specific tattoo he’s looking for. Not even Jesse and Hokuto.

Getting Toma to roll up his sleeves is a challenge, though. Taiga had tried asking him to help lift a particularly heavy box from the supply room, but he asked some of the freshmen to help instead. He’ll have to think of something else without looking too suspicious.

But he doesn’t have to wait long because Shintaro texts him, asking him to meet at a ramen shop. When he checks the location, his heart leaps. It’s next to a tattoo parlor.

The bright neon sign of the tattoo parlor stands out amidst the dullness of the neighborhood. The distinct hum of a tattoo gun greets them as they push open the heavy glass door, the acrid scent of disinfectant filling Taiga’s nostrils.

The tattoo artist is a burly man with a rough exterior, his arms covered in an intricate collection of tattoos. He looks up from his work, a wary expression etched onto his face. “Can I help you?” he asks.

Shintaro takes out his badge. “We’re investigating an incident around the area,” he explains. “One of our potential suspects was seen with a tattoo of his forearm.” He unlocks his phone and shows an Instagram page of the tattoo parlor, specifically, the photo of the tattoo of the mysterious figure. “This is his tattoo.”

Recognition flickers in the artist’s eyes. He strokes his beard thoughtfully, staring at the picture. “Yes, that tattoo was commissioned …” He pauses as he looks at the date on the post. “Yes, three months ago.”

Taiga and Shintaro share a hopeful glance, Taiga’s heart pounding in anticipation. “Do you remember who it was?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

The artist’s brows furrow. “I’m sorry. I’m not allowed to share my clients’ information. We’re meant to be discreet.”

Taiga sighs as he opens the folder he’s holding. He had anticipated this. “How about this?” he suggests as he hands the photos from the archery club’s files. “See anyone you recognize?”

He watches as the artist goes through the photos. He freezes as he reaches one photo. “This is him,” he declares, returning the photos to Taiga. “He’s the guy with the crane tattoo.”

When Taiga looks, the photo of Toma Ikuta is staring back at him.

“So, Toma Ikuta possibly murdered Nijiro Murakami.”

Seated in the familiar surroundings of Detail One’s room, the team pores over their updated notes and whiteboard and freshly brewed cups of coffee. The mood is solemn, each of them aware of the pressing weight of the investigation.

“I think we were onto something with the club’s financial difficulties,” Taiga starts. “Since Toma’s the only person in charge of the club finances, apart from the club president, the lead really is worth exploring.”

“Wasn’t Nijiro Murakami the club president?” Yugo asks. “Maybe he found out?”

“And he threatened to expose Toma, making him a target for murder,” Taiga concludes with a nod. “But we need solid proof.”

Yugo nods, pulling up the financial reports on his computer. “I’ll dive into the financials, see if I can find anything else suspicious.”

Shintaro nods in agreement. “While Yugo works on that, I’ll dig deeper into Toma Ikuta’s background. I only got the file from the university, but I’ll look into his personal background. He could have something he didn’t declare in his employment record.”

“We could find probable cause to charge him with embezzlement of funds, and maybe then, he could confess to the murder,” Taiga concludes, hope blooming in his chest.

They’re still far from solid evidence, but one thing’s for sure. Hokuto Matsumura is not the murderer.

And then, an idea comes to him. “Hey,” he speaks up, “I know this is too soon, but do you think we can release this information to the police?”

Yugo, Juri, and Shintaro share a look.

“I don’t know, Taiga,” Juri says with hesitation. “It could send Toma Ikuta running away. That would make him harder to catch.”

“Then, just the surveillance footage,” Taiga insists. “That should cast doubt on Hokuto’s involvement and drive Toma Ikuta into a corner. Then the police can focus on investigating him and focus less on who’s initially the prime suspect.”

“I think I know where this is going.” Yugo shakes his head. “Taiga …” He puts a hand on Taiga’s shoulder. “I know you’re starting to get attached to Hokuto Matsumura, but we have to be very sure that we’re still catching the right guy. Even if it means that he has to endure the suspicions for a bit more.”

Taiga’s heart sinks. He can’t stand it anymore, feeling his heart break at Hokuto shrinking every time someone stares or whispers at him. He looks at Shintaro, asking for help.

Shintaro sighs. “I’m sending regular reports to the Chief, anyway,” he says with a shrug. “If he decides to release this information, then that’s their decision. But if not, I’m sorry, Taiga.”

Taiga sighs in relief at that. There’s a chance that the proposal could be rejected, but at least it’s something.

“But,” Shintaro continues, his expression solemn, “if the Chief agrees, then they’ll take over the investigation. The PD will pay for Detail One for your services, and your job is done. They’ll credit you, of course, it’s the least they can do to help you get more clients. But you’ll have to ‘drop out’ of university and quit the archery club.”

Taiga feels his heart stop. That would meet cutting communication with Hokuto altogether. But if it means Hokuto doesn’t have to suffer being falsely accused, then …

He holds Shintaro’s gaze, unwavering. “Fine. Whatever the Chief decides.”

Dawn leaks through the blinds of the office, casting an amber hue over the otherwise steel-blue office. Taiga leans back on his chair, thoughts looping in a hamster wheel of anxieties, his eyes fixated on the images flashing across the television screen. Surveillance footage exposes the hooded figure with a crane tattoo on his forearm — the official person of interest in the murder of Nijiro Murakami.

Yugo bustles about in the small office kitchen, assembling a breakfast platter that Taiga barely acknowledges. Rice balls, miso soup, sausages. Familiar yet far removed from his current state of turmoil. The aroma of fresh coffee mingles with the cool air seeping in from the partially opened window. Taiga’s mind, however, is elsewhere.

“I told you not to get attached,” Yugo says softly from the kitchen. His tone is neither accusing nor judgmental, but his words slice through Taiga’s turbulent thoughts.

“I didn’t mean to.” Taiga’s voice is as soft as a whisper, his practicality wrestling with this unforeseen attachment. “I didn’t mean to fall for him.”

Yugo sets down his coffee mug with a clink, and Taiga finally glances away from television screen. The comfort in Yugo’s eyes is unexpected. He responds with a wistful sigh. “Sometimes, you can’t control your emotions, Taiga. They’re not neat and ordered like a case file.”

Taiga’s hands clench into fists on the tabletop. “What do I do, Yugo?” It seems like this is one problem he knows he can’t solve.

Yugo is quiet for a moment, considering. “You say goodbye,” he finally suggests, tone laced with unspoken sympathy. “Take the rest of the day. Go to the archery club. Say your goodbyes, and then … just disappear. You don’t know how they’ll react when they learn that you’re actually investigating all of them.

“But,” Yugo continues, “you can also tell them the truth. Reveal your true identity. Then anticipate the consequences. They could be mad at you, but they could also be grateful that you saved someone from a false accusation. But choose based on what you’re ready for.”

The words hang heavy in the morning air, filled with a sense of finality. Taiga swallows hard, nodding his agreement. He can choose to disappear without a word, but he can choose to reveal his identity.

The question is … what will he do?

“Will you … confess to Hokuto Matsumura?” Yugo ventures. The question hangs there, charged with uncertainty.

Taiga doesn’t know. His heart says yes, his mind screams no. The tension is nearly unbearable. “I don’t know.”

In the moment of silence that follows, Yugo breaks away, his laughter sudden and somewhat jarring. “I asked Juri out last night,” he announces, as if the timing of his confession could lighten the atmosphere. His eyes sparkle with warm excitement, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their previous conversation. “He said yes.”

For a moment, Taiga forgets his own predicament, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Yugo and Juri. Finally. They’re a pairing that, in retrospect, makes perfect sense. The news softens the harsh reality of his own circumstances, a light in the darkness that makes the inevitable goodbyes less bitter.

“That’s great, Yugo!” Taiga manages, his tone holding a sincerity that surprises even himself.

The weight of the morning seems a little lighter, the scent of breakfast a little more inviting.

Sunlight shines through the red leaves onto the university campus, creating a warm glow on the dining hall’s stone steps. Taiga stands by a pillar, observing Hokuto and Jesse approaching him with laughter echoing in the yard, bouncing off the buildings. Students hurry by, preoccupied with their own studies and leisure, unaware that only a few days ago, they lived in doubt and fear.

Hokuto looks radiant, his face filled with undeniable joy. The weight of accusation that once burdened his shoulders is now lifted, and he stands the tallest he has been since Taiga first saw him. Jesse, standing beside him, brimming with energy.

Taiga notices the two of them wearing short sleeves, as if proudly declaring to the entire student body that they had nothing to do with Nijiro Murakami’s murder. As they walk, some students even approach Hokuto to apologize to him, their heads hung low.

Taiga feels relieved as campus life gradually returns to normal, with the murder case fading into the background. However, mixed with that relief is a bittersweet feeling.

Hokuto is experiencing unprecedented happiness, and a part of Taiga shares in that joy, feeling his heart swell. Yet, there’s a sense of impending farewell attached to it. At least, for Taiga.

He has made his decision. He’ll conceal his true identity. He’ll continue his role as an undercover student and assistant manager of the archery club today. But tomorrow, he’ll be back as Detail One’s detective, wrapping up the case and anticipating the number of cases that will flood to them after this.

His gaze drifts to Hokuto, the boy he’d unintentionally grown close to, oblivious to the goodbye that Taiga is about to make. Will Hokuto miss him? Or will he be forgotten? Taiga’s not sure which one will hurt the most.

“Taiga, you okay?”

Hokuto’s voice interrupts Taiga’s thoughts, carrying a hint of concern. Taiga is startled, his eyes meeting Hokuto’s. In that gaze, filled with depth and curiosity, Taiga feels tempted to divulge everything, to release the secret he has been carrying. However, the temptation quickly fades away, brushed aside by a stronger resolve.

“I’m fine,” he reassures, his words firm yet gentle, a practiced art of diversion. He shakes off his thoughts and lets out a small laugh. “The sun’s just a bit too bright, that’s all.”

Abruptly, he shifts the subject, guiding their conversation towards academics and archery, away from the unpredictable realm of farewells.

Inside the bright, almost sterile interior of the archery range, the solemn meeting of club members evolves into an unexpected apology. The conversation is low, and Taiga watches from a slight distance, hands casually stuffed in his pockets. Kento and Fuma stand together, their eyes full of regret as they address Hokuto, the very person they once wrongfully suspected.

“We were wrong, Hokuto,” Kento says, his gaze never wavering from his club mate’s. “You didn’t deserve that suspicion.”

Hokuto nods, giving a small, rueful smile. His face softens in forgiveness, displaying an integrity that Taiga has always admired, even more so now.

“We should have known better,” Fuma adds, his tone somber.

A murmur of agreement ripples through the group, and slowly, the tension eases. Yet, in its wake lies a stark realization: Coach Toma is nowhere to be found. The club’s group chat is flooded with the archers asking where he is, and even Mone tried calling him, but he’s not answering.

The suspicion surfaces slowly. It creeps into the room with whispers and shared glances, fueled by the details that never made sense before. Why had their coach always insisted on wearing long sleeves, even during the brutal summers? Why did he never join them for celebratory outings in public baths after successful competitions?

And then there’s Mone, showing with Taiga her theory about Toma and the club funds. “It’s just, when I looked, the numbers never added up,” she whispers, a frown creasing her forehead. “The club was doing well for the past couple of years, and our budget never increased, even if other sports clubs did. And … I think Nijiro noticed it, too. He mentioned one time he was searching for this ledger …”

An icy shiver of realization shoots down Taiga’s spine, and he sees the pieces of the puzzle slotting into place. The ledger Nijiro had been searching for — it holds the evidence to implicate Toma for embezzlement. And the police can pin him for murder, too.

Practice resumes then, a quieter affair after the revelations. The crisp thud of arrows meeting targets fills the air, replacing the whispering voices. But Taiga’s mind keeps returning to Hokuto, the boy whose name has finally been cleared, and the feelings he’s been trying to understand and suppress.

“Taiga,” Jesse’s voice interrupts his thoughts, his grin spread wide as he claps a hand onto Taiga’s shoulder. “Come join us for a drink tonight. You know, to celebrate?”

Taiga, for a moment, considers declining. The case isn’t over yet. But as his gaze flits towards Hokuto, who offers him a tentative smile, he decides there’s no harm in it. This is the last day he’ll spend with everyone.

“Sure,” he answers, nodding at Jesse. “I’d like that.”

In the fading light, Taiga, Hokuto, and Jesse shuffle into Hokuto’s apartment, their arms laden with pizza boxes and bottles of beer. Laughter echoes off the gray walls, infusing the space with warmth and familiarity that Taiga has felt within the walls of Detail One.

This apartment, with its soft blankets and plush pillows strewn across bean bags, exudes comfort. There’s a potted plant by the windowsill, its green leaves catching the soft glow of the setting sun. Taiga’s eyes wander to the bulletin board near the door, adorned with medals, photos of the archery club, and the movie ticket from a few days ago. A pang of something akin to longing hits him at the sight.

With their dinner laid out on the small coffee table, the three friends raise their bottles in a toast. Jesse’s eyes shine with the promise of tomorrow, while Hokuto’s hold a quiet gratitude that tugs at Taiga’s heart.

As the night wears on, Jesse’s stories, humorous and animated, spill into the apartment. Taiga listens, trying to commit every detail to memory.

Although Taiga isn’t a stranger to drinking — thanks to several nights drinking with Shintaro — the beer seems to go straight to his head, its effects amplified by the sheer whirl of emotions within him. In stark contrast, Hokuto grows quieter as he drinks, eventually slumping against a pillow, asleep.

The sight of Hokuto, flushed and serene, brings a soft smile to Taiga’s lips. His heart aches at the sight, at the thought of having to leave this behind. With Jesse’s help, he cleans up their dinner mess, sending Jesse off to his club date with a wave.

Left alone in the cozy apartment, Taiga allows himself a moment of indulgence. He watches Hokuto sleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest oddly calming. It feels intimate, a shared silence that Taiga can’t bear to break.

A soft groan pulls him from his thoughts. Hokuto stirs, his bleary eyes blinking open to find Taiga. They share a look, and then Taiga is on his feet, fetching a glass of water for the other boy.

The gratitude in Hokuto’s voice as he accepts the water pierces Taiga. “You believed in me,” Hokuto says, “Even when no one else did.”

Before Taiga can respond, Hokuto is leaning in, his eyes heavy with something more than intoxication. “Taiga Kyomoto … I think … I think I’m falling for you.”

His heart clenches. It isn’t fair, not to Hokuto. But Taiga can’t deny himself this, not when Hokuto’s lips are so close. He leans in, closing the gap between them, and for a moment, it’s just him and Hokuto. His mind is a whirl of emotions — guilt, longing, and a hint of joy that leaves him breathless.

When reality hits him, Taiga pulls back abruptly.

“I made a mistake,” he stammers, looking away from Hokuto’s hurt and confused gaze.

Hokuto reaches for him, but Taiga steps back.

“You’re going to hate me when you find out the truth,” he chokes out, tears welling up in his eyes. Without another word, he turns and runs, leaving Hokuto and a piece of his heart behind in the apartment.

The words blur on the computer screen as Taiga pushes his fingers into overdrive, typing up the report for the police department. The office is nearly empty, the afternoon sunlight fading into a solemn twilight.

Three days, it’s been three days since Taiga ran from Hokuto. Every time he tries to lose himself in work, his mind drifts back to him. The echoes of his confession and his ensuing escape fill the otherwise quiet office, the silence in his heart thundering.

“Taiga, you need a break,” Yugo insists, pulling the keyboard from Taiga’s fingertips. His concern is evident in his eyes, but Taiga doesn’t have the strength to meet his gaze.

“No, I don’t,” Taiga retorts, pulling the keyboard back. His emotions are a whirlpool inside him, so much that he can’t even process them. He’d rather drown in this case file than face his heartbreak.

Just as he returns to typing, the door opens, and Shintaro bursts in, out of breath.

“We … we searched Toma Ikuta’s house … no murder weapon, no ledger. We also analyzed Nijiro Murakami’s body again, no traces of wood on the wound,” he stammers.

The weight of the words lands heavy in the room, and Taiga can feel my heart skip a beat. There’s circumstantial evidence that makes Toma Ikuta the prime suspect, but without the murder weapon and the ledger, he can’t be charged for sure.

Taiga freezes, his fingers hovering over the keys. He glances at the whiteboard with their evidence so far, his mind a maelstrom. No traces of wood? That can only mean Toma Ikuta used a metal arrow. But where could he have hidden it?

He remembers the odd ladder against the archery range’s supply room, which he initially thought to be the murderer’s escape route. But the surveillance footage contradicts that theory. It’s a loose end that’s gnawing at him at the moment.

“I’m going to the crime scene,” he announces, rising abruptly from his seat.

“What? Taiga, it’s nearly night,” Yugo protests.

But Taiga’s already out of the door, the cold wind stinging his face as he steps out.

The ladder looms before him, out of place against the dimly lit exterior of the archery range’s supply room. Taiga ascends cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. The rooftop is surprisingly accessible and as he peers over the ledge, he notices a hidden nook beneath the eaves. He reaches in, his fingers brushing against cold metal and a thicker, bound object.

A sigh escapes Taiga’s lips as he retrieves the incriminating items: the metal arrow they’ve been looking for, stained with dried blood, and a worn ledger, entries in Toma Ikuta’s handwriting.

The murder weapon and the ledger, the evidence they need. As Taiga grasps them in his hands, a sense of dread settles over him. It’s too easy. Too convenient.

But there’s no time to contemplate as the faint sound of shuffling from below brings him back to reality.

Descending the ladder swiftly, Taiga moves towards the noise. The archery range is ominously quiet. The fading daylight casts long shadows across the deserted field.

Then, Taiga sees them.

Toma stands, his back to Taiga, a knife glinting dangerously in his hand. Hokuto, his face pale, is in front of him. Toma is holding him at knifepoint.

“Hokuto,” Taiga calls, trying to keep his voice steady. But his heart thuds wildly against his chest.

Toma whips around at the sound of Taiga’s voice. “Kyomoto,” he sneers. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

His grip tightens on the ledger and the arrow. “Let him go,” he says, taking a step forward.

“Or what? You’ll use that arrow against me?” Toma laughs, a chilling sound that cuts through the silence.

Taiga doesn’t reply, only keeps his eyes on Toma, trying to calculate his next move. But before he can act, Toma lunges, the knife still in his hand. Hokuto’s cry echoes in the evening air as Taiga sidesteps, but he’s not fast enough.

Pain flares in his side, sharp and agonizing. Looking down, he sees the side of his shirt stained with blood.

The world tilts and sways. His knees buckle, but he fights the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision. He needs to stay conscious, needs to save Hokuto —

A blur of motion. Yugo and Shintaro burst onto the scene, their faces masks of horror as they take in the sight before them. They move quickly, Shintaro tackling Toma while Yugo rushes to Hokuto.

“T-Taiga …” He hears Hokuto’s voice, choked and panicked. But it’s fading, along with the rest of the world. Taiga tries to reach for him, but his strength is gone.

As the darkness pulls him under, Taiga hears Yugo’s steady voice despite the chaos.

“We’ve got him, Taiga. We’ve got him.”

And with that, Taiga lets darkness take him.

Taiga’s eyes flutter open, heavy and sluggish. A sterile scent fills his nose, accompanied by the hum of machines. Everything is white, too bright for comfort. He blinks a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden light.

“You’re awake,” a familiar voice says.

Taiga turns his head slightly to the source of the voice, and there’s Yugo, looking as worn out as he feels.

“Yugo …” His voice comes out hoarse and soft.

Yugo reaches over to a cup on the bedside table, helping Taiga take a few sips of water. The liquid is cool and refreshing, soothing his parched throat.

“Toma … Hokuto …?” Taiga asks, his words slurred, struggling to get the words out. His heart clenches in fear for Hokuto, the image of him at knifepoint all too vivid in his mind.

Yugo seems to understand his disjointed questions. “Toma Ikuta is behind bars now. He admitted to the embezzlement and the murder,” he explains calmly, his voice steady.

Taiga’s heart pounds in his chest at Yugo’s words, relief washing over him. “And Hokuto?” he asks, anxiety coloring his tone.

“Hokuto Matsumura is safe. Shaken from the incident but uninjured. He stayed in the hospital until you were stabilized from the operation,” Yugo reassures him, his eyes soft.

Another wave of relief washes over him. But the relief is quickly replaced with heartache. Hokuto didn’t stay. Taiga doesn’t expect him to. Why would he? After all, Taiga lied about his identity. He deceived Hokuto.

Yugo seems to read his thoughts, reaching over to grasp his hand. “I explained everything to Matsumura, Taiga. About you, about you going undercover, your reasons for lying … everything.”

“But I lied to him,” Taiga retorts weakly. The words taste bitter in his mouth. “He probably doesn’t want to see me again.”

“You’re wrong,” Yugo says softly, his eyes serious. “Matsumura understands, Taiga. He’s not angry.”

His words seem to hang in the air, a startling revelation that Taiga’s tired mind struggles to comprehend. But before he can voice his doubts, Yugo interrupts him.

“You lost a lot of blood, Taiga,” he says, his voice growing serious. “But Hokuto donated his blood to help you. Juri did, too, because you have the same blood type. But Hokuto didn’t hesitate, not even for a second.”

Yugo’s words hit him like a punch. Taiga struggles to process the revelation, the implications of Hokuto’s actions. Could he still care for Taiga despite lying to him?

“No …” Taiga whispers, shaking his head slightly. “He probably felt obligated to do it.”

Yugo sighs, squeezing Taiga’s hand gently. “You’re too stubborn, Taiga,” he chides softly. “Matsumura did it because he cares, not because he felt obligated. I know I told you not to get attached, but the case is over now. You need to stop pushing him away.”

But Taiga’s too tired, too tired to argue. A wave of exhaustion washes over him, and he can feel himself sinking into the soft hospital bed. His eyelids grow heavy, and despite his best efforts, he can’t keep them open.

“Sleep, Taiga,” Yugo says, his voice a gentle whisper in the sterile room. “We’ll talk more when you’re rested.”

But Taiga doesn’t need to be told twice. The exhaustion pulls him under, his mind filled with thoughts of Hokuto and his unexpected act of kindness. Despite the doubts, the guilt and regret, a flicker of hope ignites in his heart. Maybe there’s a chance for reconciliation, for forgiveness.

And with that faint hope, Taiga surrenders to sleep, the sterile room fading as he sinks into unconsciousness.

The sterile scent of the hospital room is starting to get on Taiga’s nerves when the door opens. He looks over to see Shintaro walking in, a folder in hand.

“Hey, Taiga,” he greets, pulling up a chair. “How are you?”

“Ready to get out of here,” Taiga groans. “So what’s happening out there?”

Shintaro opens the folder, flipping through a couple of pages. “As Yugo told you, Toma Ikuta admitted to the embezzlement. Nijiro Murakami found out and was going to blackmail him,” he starts, his voice steady.

Taiga nods, already familiar with that part of the story.

“Ikuta arranged to meet Murakami at the archery range. He planned to kill Murakami there,” Shintaro continues, looking at Taiga for any signs of discomfort. “After killing Murakami, he hid the murder weapon and the ledger because he would look suspicious carrying it around. He had planned on coming back for it the next day, but the body was discovered.”

But he’s okay. The news doesn’t surprise him. It aligns with what they’ve figured out.

“And Hokuto …?” Taiga asks, his throat tightening at the mention of his name.

“Hokuto Matsumura was an unfortunate coincidence for Ikuta. His presence provided an opportunity for Ikuta to implicate someone else,” Shintaro explains.

Taiga nods again, but his heart clenches at the thought of Hokuto being used as a pawn in Toma Ikuta’s sick game. “Any other news?” he asks, trying to shift the conversation away from Hokuto.

Shintaro nods, closing the folder. “The Chief was impressed by Detail One. He’s promised to forward other cases to us,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips.

It should be good news, it is good news. But it feels hollow to Taiga.

“And Yugo and Juri have been meeting potential clients,” Shintaro adds. Taiga can tell he’s trying to cheer him up, to give Taiga something positive to focus on.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Taiga says, and he means it. He’s happy for Detail One. But his heart still feels heavy.

Silence descends upon the room, both of them lost in their thoughts. Shintaro glances at Taiga, an understanding look in his eyes.

“He’ll come, Taiga,” he says softly, his voice full of conviction.

But Taiga’s not so sure. “I don’t think so, Shin,” he replies, his voice barely a whisper. “I think Hokuto … I think he’s done with me.”

His cousin doesn’t say anything, his silence speaking volumes. The truth is painful but unavoidable. Taiga has hurt Hokuto, has lied to him. Taiga can’t expect Hokuto to overlook that, to come running back to Taiga.

And as much as it hurts, Taiga accepts that. He has to, for Hokuto, for himself. So, he tries to put on a brave face, offering Shintaro a small, sad smile.

But inside, his heart breaks a little more.

The hospital room is already starting to feel like Taiga’s personal prison when the door swings open. He expects a nurse, maybe even Yugo again.

But it’s his father, standing in the doorway. Taiga braces himself for the panic, the overbearing concern, but it never comes. Instead, he walks in with a calmness he had never seen before.

“Taiga,” he greets, his voice soft.

“Dad,” Taiga greets back, surprised by his composure.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, pulling a chair close to the bed. There’s genuine concern in his voice.

“The doctor checked me earlier. Said I should be able to leave in a couple of days,” Taiga responds.

A smile tugs his father’s lips, relief clear in his eyes. “That’s good news,” he replies. His eyes wonder over Taiga’s face, and Taiga feels a sudden urge to fill the silence.

“You know, this is the first time I felt proud of doing something on my own,” Taiga confesses, his voice barely a whisper. “This is the first time I made my own decisions … I had help from my friends and Shin, of course. But I got to call the shots, too, and … it paid off.”

His father looks at him, surprise clear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Taiga,” he says after a long moment. “After your mother … I just wanted to protect you.”

His words are like a punch in the gut. It’s an apology, a confession he didn’t expect.

“I heard from Shintaro. About how you worked hard on this case. How you saved an innocent person from going behind bars. I’m so proud of you, Taiga.”

His words hang heavy in the air. Taiga feels a wave of emotion crash over him. It’s not forgiveness, not yet. But it’s a start, a tiny flame of hope that they can mend their strained relationship.

“Don’t hesitate to ask for help, Taiga,” he says as he stands to leave. “I may not be a detective, but I’m a lawyer. I can help.”

For the first time, Taiga finds himself nodding. “I will, Dad. I will.”

And with that, he leaves, leaving Taiga alone in his hospital room once again.

But this time, the room feels a little less like a prison.

The hospital is a flurry of activity as Taiga prepares to be discharged. Yugo is fussing over him, making sure that Taiga has everything he needs, while Taiga reminds him not to worry so much.

“Yugo, relax. You and Juri have a date to catch,” Taiga tells him.

Yugo grumbles, but he nods after closing Taiga’s back. At least he smiles at Juri, who is standing by the doorway.

Meanwhile, Shintaro is already filling them in on their next case. “It’s about two sisters asking if we could look for a missing will,” he starts, and Taiga is all ears, eager to get back into the game.

But before he can get into the details, the door swings open and Hokuto walks in, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Um …” he begins, blushing as he looks at Yugo, Juri, and Shintaro.

Yugo, Juri, and Shintaro exchange a glance before deciding to leave.

“You better tell the truth about how you feel now,” Yugo says, clapping Taiga’s shoulders before they file out, leaving Taiga alone with Hokuto.

“Hey,” Hokuto says, breaking the silence. “How are you?”

Taiga is tempted to glance at the ground, but Hokuto doesn’t deserve that. He smiles. “Feeling a lot better,” he says. “The doctor says I shouldn’t strain myself, so I guess I’ll be stuck in the office for a while.”

Hokuto bites his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for not visiting sooner. The archery club was in chaos after … after Coach Toma.” He shakes his head. “We had to meet with several school officials and even the police. But everyone was cleared of suspicion.”

Taiga nods. “I’m glad no one else was involved.”

Hokuto realizes he’s holding a bouquet and hands it to him. “Thank you, Taiga. For clearing me of suspicion, for saving me. Everything.”

“I was just doing my job,” Taiga replies feebly, staring at the bouquet. It has some carnations and daisies in them, and it definitely made his day a bit brighter.

“Was kissing me also part of your job?” Hokuto asks.

Taiga feels his face heating up. “No,” he admits, looking Hokuto in the eye. “The plan was to find out the truth. Whether you or someone else did it. I didn’t expect to get attached. To … fall for you. But my story about my father, that’s true. And I kissed you back because I … I like you.”

Hokuto is silent for a couple of seconds. “So where does that leave us?” he asks, his eyes searching Taiga’s.

Taiga sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Being a detective is dangerous, Hokuto,” he admits. “Now I understand why my father was overprotective. And with you ... I just want to protect you.”

Hokuto considers this, before speaking. “But what if I want to be with you, even if your job is dangerous?”

He blinks. “You would?” he asks.

“Of course, I don’t know your entire story. You were undercover, after all.” Hokuto’s smile is reassuring. “How about we go on a few dates and then figure out what to do from there?”

Taiga blinks, his heart skipping, but he nods. “Okay, yeah. I’d like that.” His shoulders relax. Despite his fears, one thing is certain — Taiga wants this.

He wants Hokuto.

With a burst of courage, Taiga steps forward, tossing the bouquet to the bed and pulling Hokuto into a hug. Hokuto wraps his arms around him, and Taiga can’t help but close his eyes, reveling in his warmth.

And then, they’re kissing, and all Taiga’s doubts vanish. He doesn’t have to question himself anymore. Taiga knows that he wants this, and for now, that’s enough.

Taiga sits in the audience next to Yugo and Juri, watching the archer on the range carefully pull back the string of his bow. Despite having gone undercover as an assistant manager to Kofu University’s archery club, he still has no idea how the sport works.

“You’re the worst undercover detective ever,” Yugo teases. “You don’t even know how the scoring works!”

“I never had the chance to learn,” Taiga retorts, causing a few people around them to shush them. He and Yugo stifle their laughter, knowing better than to create a scene.

Soon, it's Hokuto’s turn. Taiga watches with bated breath as he pulls back the string, aims, and releases. The arrow flies straight, hitting close to the bullseye.

The audience erupts in applause, Hokuto wins, and Taiga can’t help but join in, cheering him on.

Three months have passed since Taiga and Hokuto went on our first date. Those few dates have escalated into weekly ones and, not long ago, Taiga asked Hokuto to be his boyfriend. Hokuto said yes.

Being a detective is as dangerous as ever, but Hokuto stays by Taiga’s side, and that’s a relief.

After the competition, Taiga says goodbye to Yugo and Juri, making his way towards Hokuto who is celebrating with his team. They greet him amicably, then give them space, leaving him alone with Hokuto.

“Congratulations.” Taiga hands him a small bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you,” Hokuto says, beaming, before pulling Taiga in for a kiss. “How should we celebrate?”

“Dinner at a fancy restaurant?” Taiga suggests, smirking. “And maybe we can extend our celebration … at my place?”

Hokuto grins at the implication but before he can respond, Taiga’s phone buzzes.

When he checks the message, he internally groans. It’s a text from Shintaro about a big lead on their ongoing case.

Hokuto sees the look on Taiga’s face and smiles. “Go,” he says. “I’ll text you the restaurant. I’ll have to get ready anyway.”

Taiga sighs, kissing him once more. “I love you,” he says, for the first time.

Hokuto’s eyes widen, but then he smiles. “I love you, too,” he says, pulling Taiga in for another kiss before urging him to get going.

Taiga rushes to the crime scene, but he can’t help but think about these past few months — trying to keep Detail One afloat, landing a major case, falling for the prime suspect, and even coming to terms with his father — it’s been a roller coaster of events.

Being a detective can be hard, but for now, everything feels just right.

the end