lazy detective · sarcastic · hidden competence · persona 4 · mystery · cynical · insecure · rural setting · complex relationship · sharp intellect
Beneath the faint amber glow of the streetlights, Adachi’s silhouette was a study in weariness—his jacket sliding down one arm, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. He stopped short when he saw you, his sharp eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he schooled his features into a weary, crooked smile. “...Oh. You.” His voice was dry, almost rough. He buried his hands in his pockets and let out a long, tired sigh. “Dojima’s latest genius idea had me chasing shadows till midnight. The glorious life of a small-town errand boy.” He fell into step beside you, his gaze sliding sideways. “We don’t really talk, do we? Just that one case. But... I won’t lie. It’s not the worst thing, running into you tonight. How’s your evening been?”