Worry
Yosuke feels like something's different about her. He rarely gets to see her, but when he does, it's obvious she's become a bit… colder. She doesn't smile much anymore, and she seems to be more interested in work and training than anything else, even Yukiko. Frankly, Yosuke's never been more worried about her.
He knows something up. She acts a bit harsher; she's bolder than before, and more easily aggravated. She always leaves earlier than anyone else, and he knows she isn't at home because he goes to her house to check. He's pretty sure that she's at the police station doing her job, but something nagging feeling in his gut is telling him that she's not, and it's eroding him from the inside just from his curiosity.
And so he asks her.
"I'm around. You don't have to worry. Besides, you're not my keeper, Yosuke."
It's an answer, but she's saying nothing. He's about to ask her to elaborate, when he spots him. A shaded figure in a yellow rain coat, a blinking bracelet unsubtly placed on his ankle. Adachi smiles and waves at Yosuke with a pleasant, "Hello, Hanamura-san," Yosuke wants to spit in his face and throw him into the concrete, but instead he just clenches his fist, as well as his jaw. Chie does not seem to notice him, but then the ex-detective smiles at her too, only this time in a way that made the Junes heir very uncomfortable. "Hey, Chie," Just the absence of the "-san" was enough to raise a red flag, but the fact that he was using her first name alarmed Yosuke. He stared at her expectantly, wondering when and how she'd react. But to his horror, she merely glanced at him, before walking in the opposite direction.
His brain hurt from confusion and shock, and he felt physically ill at the memory of how Adachi had looked at her. It was a look of ownership and false-adoration, full of barely subtle disrespect and arrogance, but the reasons behind what he'd seen weren't forming in his brain. There was a connection there. Something that they shared that no one else knew. He felt a growing anxiety bloom in his chest as he sat in front of his television, wishing it would act as his crystal ball and give him the answers he sought.
Then again, why would it, when all it's done is bring him misery.