Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'yielding'.
Ogami's footsteps echoed through the Grand Imperial Theatre; it was midnight, and everyone was asleep.
"Almost forgot it was my turn to take the night patrol," he muttered under his breath. "Just my luck."
The young captain gingerly prodded one arm, wincing as the flesh yielded under pressure painfully. That last battle against Crimson Miroku was barely a few days ago and he was still a little sore.
But the conflict between two of his Hanagumi members, Kanna and Sumire, had been completely cleared up – and being a battle of epic proportions to rival the greater one they fought to keep Tokyo safe, Ogami was in a good mood.
"Nearly finished patrolling the second floor." Thoughts of his warm, inviting bed filled his thoughts and he smiled.
But then he spotted a lone figure, its back to him, staring out the French glass window which dominated the hallway before him. It was oblivous to his presence as he approached...
"Sakura-kun," said Ogami softly. "Can't sleep?"
She jumped. "O – Ogami-san!" Sakura fidgeted with the hem of her kimono.
Her captain chuckled. "It's alright, Sakura-kun." He switched off the flashlight. "Actually, I'm happy you went for a walk. It was getting a bit lonely by myself."
She blushed. "Ogami-san..." They watched the lights outside; even at that hour, Tokyo still bustled with activity.
"I see why you love this spot so much," commented the captain. "The view is really lovely."
"Yes," she smiled, touching the glass. "No matter what time it is, life goes on. People go about their daily business in peace."
"This is what we fight for," she added in a much softer voice. Ogami heard it, and smiled.