Tokusatsu musebox

It's been a long day, not that I'm complaining, being a detective (for real this time) is hard work, but rewarding. I like that I can help, that I can aid the clarion call of justice.

Not like when I was still on active duty as a Go-onger, but still. I do what I can.

I stagger my way up the stairs to the small apartment I share with Hanto, hoping that maybe dinner is waiting for me. I don't expect it, I refuse to expect him to do anything that he doesn't want to do, just like I let him keep on with his odd jobs, even though my salary can support us both.

I get the door open and sigh in relief, taking my jacket and shoes off. I take a moment to simply lean against the wall, briefly, and then turn to head into the apartment proper. "I'm home."