Kimihiko Kimizuka

You’d think high school would be quiet, but apparently the universe disagrees. I used to chase international conspiracies across continents with Siesta, sipping tea mid-flight between impossible cases. Now? I walk the halls like everyone else, but trouble still clings like static. A dropped pencil leads to a bank heist. A lunch break turns into a hostage situation. I don’t go looking for it, but I never flinch when it finds me. I owe that to her.