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Location: Tenshouin Art Gallery Rooftop Exhibition
Time: Midnight
The night was far too beautiful for a stakeout.
Moonlight slicked across the polished rooftop of the Tenshouin Group's latest art installation, reflecting off ivory tiles and making the enormous crystal grand piano in the center glimmer like a frozen lake.
The breeze carried the faint scent of imported flowers—another unnecessary flex from the upper crust.
But none of that mattered to Senior Officer Izumi Sena, who stood rigidly on the rooftop's edge with his coat flaring in the wind and murder in his eyes.
"Status report," Izumi snapped, fingers crossed over a tablet showing a schematic of the rooftop.
Around him stood his junior squad, already twitching with anticipation. And, in one case, pure sugar rush.
Tsukasa Suou, ever upright and knightly, saluted. "All entry points covered. Surveillance set. The target won't escape tonight, Sena-senpai."
"Mhm," Izumi murmured. "He’d better not. After last time..."
His eyes narrowed as the image of Leo dangling upside-down from a chandelier mid-heist—shirt half-open, winking like an idiot, flashed across his memory like trauma.
"Wahahaha~!" he had said, from upside down, "You’re red, Sena~ Is it the lighting, or is it me?"
Izumi gritted his teeth.
Tomoya Mashiro, the most normal one of the lot, peered over from his hiding place behind a potted sculpture. "Are we sure he’s coming tonight?"
"He mailed me a glitter bomb yesterday," Izumi said flatly.
There was a collective pause.
"...A glitter bomb?" Hajime echoed, blinking.
"Spelled out, 'See you at midnight, Sena~ Wahahaha!' in rhinestones. Postmarked from our own precinct mailbox."
Mitsuru laughed. “He’s got style, at least!”
“He has nerve,” Izumi hissed. “And I’m going to wring it out of him when I catch him.”
From a rooftop ledge above, Hajime Shino quietly lifted his binoculars. “Movement by the western skylight. Countdown to chaos: thirty seconds.”
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There was no warning. No subtle entry. No careful infiltration.
There was only music.
A soft melody curled through the night air, like someone had wound up a hundred music boxes and released them at once. Then—
"TA-DAAA~!"
A floodlight burst open from the side tower, bathing the rooftop in warm gold.
And from that glowing circle descended Leo Tsukinaga, in a swirl of red velvet, musical ribbons, and sparkles that should not have been legal under fire safety law.
He dangled from a zipline, of course. One leg extended, one arm outstretched like a maestro about to conduct his escape.
“Wahahaha~! Good evening, beloved citizens of elegance and chaos!” Leo cried. “And hello, my dear Sena~!”
Izumi’s expression didn’t even twitch. “You're five minutes late.”
Leo landed lightly on the rooftop tiles, boots tapping like a dance step, before he swept into a flamboyant bow. "Fashionably late, darling. Just like your patience.”
"Team 1. Go."
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The squad broke formation instantly.
Tsukasa charged forward with his baton raised, only to be spun around in a pirouette by Leo, who laughed and dipped him like a ballroom partner.
“WHAT?! PUT ME DOWN!” Tsukasa shrieked, cheeks flaming.
Tomoya lunged to intercept from behind, but tripped on a spilled sheet of music Leo had scattered. It played a tune when stepped on.
“Is this booby-trapped piano paper?!”
Mitsuru, ever energetic, leapt from a sculpture and yelled “TACKLEEEE—!!” before colliding directly into Tomoya instead of Leo.
Hajime was closest. He moved silently, approaching from the side.
Leo noticed.
With a flick of his wrist, he drew a tiny flute from his coat and blew a shrill note, immediately triggering a rain of glitter and confetti from the sprinkler system.
“Surprise! Tactical sparkle!”
“...He weaponized the decor,” Hajime muttered.
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In the middle of the chaos, Izumi cut through the glitterstorm like a blade.
He moved fast, far faster than the others, body low and eyes locked. Leo’s grin widened as he caught sight of him.
"Ah, Sena~! You came to dance?"
"I'm here to put you in cuffs."
"Ooh~ rough."
Izumi lunged—almost had him. One snap of the cuffs away—
But Leo caught his hand. Not to stop him. Not to fight.
To pull him in.
"May I have this moment, Sena~?"
Izumi froze. Leo’s hand was warm. His eyes too close.
Before Izumi could insult him, Leo pressed a kiss to his cheek, right below the eye, soft and maddeningly casual.
Izumi stuttered. "Y-you—"
Leo took that as a yes, twirled him once, and sent him off-balance just long enough to escape.
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Leo sprinted to the edge of the rooftop, fired a grappling hook shaped like a treble clef, and saluted from midair.
“You were beautiful tonight, my sweet Sena~ Tell your squad they’ve improved!”
“LEO-KUN!!”
“WAHAHAHA—!!”
And then he was gone, swallowed by the moonlight and strings of piano notes trailing from his shoes.
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They stood in silence. The rooftop sparkled. The piano was untouched.
But every key now played a different phrase of Leo’s theme music when pressed.
Tomoya blinked. "...Did he even steal anything?"
Hajime walked closer. “Just our dignity.”
"...And possibly Sena-senpai’s first public kiss.” Tsukasa added, unhelpfully staring at said person.
“Awww, it was so romantic!! Like in a drama!!”
"Mitsu..."
Izumi turned away, ears visibly red.
“...So. Annoying."
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