Somewhere in the city, Shoutarou groaned a bit as he straightened up. Earlier, he had been on patrol when he felt the need to sleep. He'd intended to just pull over and flop in the grass of the park, but it looks like he only got as far as pulling over.

He stretched with another groan, popping a few joints. Sleeping while slumped over on a motorcycle wasn't the brightest of ideas he'd had...