"You're the boss~" Yukimi said lightly. They fell into step side-by-side. They might be dating, but Yukimi wasn't really the hand-holdy type. (Ran probably wasn't either, but he never really bothered to check. And if he were, Yukimi probably wouldn't know what to do about that).

The advantage of being a reporter was that you often wrote about the latest and trendiest new hotspots for dining. And Yukimi was especially keen on the cheap but good eats, where local chefs started out with tiny hole-in-the-wall establishments that were eager to make their mark on the dining scene.

He directed them toward one such place, a ramen joint he discovered last month when he was writing about the intricacies of ramen broth.

"So how many assholes have you put away this week? Should I feel safer on the streets because of your heroic work?"