He has been called a lot of things growing up and the list just keeps getting longer and longer as the years go by. He's been a jerk, womanizer, fighter, beater, drug dealer, arms smuggler (and a bad brother and son, but he doesn't like thinking about that last one). Some times he likes to laugh at it all because they are so far-fetched, but he never does anything from stopping the rumors from pilling up even more. He has a reputation in the city without having even really done anything to create it. His criminal record is filled with minor offenses here and there and he can't help the smile that grows on his face when Nijimura finally opens the folder to look at it. It is a case of mistaken identity, of him being there at the wrong place at the wrong time -like always- because the cops think even worst of him than the street thugs outside do. The lawyer leaves soon afterwards and Haizaki is escorted outside, but not before he hears the Nijimura's familiar yelling towards his subordinates and it makes him smile briefly, while thinking of a different time.

"You up for a drink, detective?" Haizaki mocks his title once more as Nijimura leaves the police station in the middle of the night, though he will never say out loud that he has been waiting for him to come out since the late afternoon (except for when he went to go get a bite to eat and that waitress's phone number a few blocks down). Nijimura's lips quirk into a familiar scowl and Haizaki knows he will be in for a longer than usual lecture, probably making up for the years that they hadn't seen each other.

"You're a dumbass!" that is how Nijimura starts his tirade, but that is all he ever accuses the younger man of and Haizaki is fine with that.