Residing with his best friend, Minato, whom he shares an apartment with. Having moved away from home due to family difficulties, he now lives with Minato, who has a similar home situation. They are both members of Judgment, a volunteer anti-crime organization that uses Academy City students to combat and subdue criminals. They are a part of the 108th branch of Judgment officers.
Iggy is fairly lazy, not for any reason, he only dislikes work. He is a good person and has a strong sense of justice. Despising wrongdoing, however to an almost hateful extent. He is a horror movie fanatic, loving all kinds, cheap to well done. Minato had been through every movie, and to no demise but his own.
"Yo, Iggy, you cold up there!?" A distant voice yelled from the door way of the roof.
A young man with short, spiked platinum-blonde hair approached him. Iggy replied still looking off at the sunset, "yeah, a little bit. I was just lost in thought."
"Come on, we have some more paperwork to do." A deep sigh escaped Iggy as he was getting up, "Alright," stretching lightly after he rose to his feet, "well, let's get to it then."
A few separate packets of reports were waiting to be overseen. Daily work consisted of patrols, emergency calls, and paper work.
"Various vending machines throughout different districts have been assaulted for free drinks." Iggy sat down, peering over the desk in bewilderment. "You've gotta be kidding me with this crap…"
"I know, it's not the most heroic mystery to solve, but we gotta do the paperwork all the same Ig." Minato sat at his desk weeding down his pile of papers.
"I feel bad for the guy doing this, probably doesn't have the cash to buy drinks," Iggy states, reclining back in the chair holding his paper up to the light.
"That's a very optimistic outlook, but I doubt it's that easy," Minato retorted then took a drink of juice from a small box.
"One could hope, but either way, it's not evil, just petty. So I can't say I care all that much, just seems like chasing a rolling rock down a hill, ya know. It'll get solved whether we do anything or not."
"Pretty much, but still, if we let small acts go unnoticed then we'll have a list of lame reports like that one. Being a hero isn't always as bright as it seems. Save the day and they appreciate it for a while, but don't one time and they never let it go."
"Man, why are you always so negative, you're starting to remind me of my broth…" Iggy trails off and grows an irritated look. "Tch, forget it, let's just get this over with." Minato looks at Iggy, unsure what to say. "Alright… if you say so man."
After a few hours of report filing the duo finished and decided to return home. They were both tired, and felt rest would do them both well. As well, it was getting late, and their stomachs both knew that.
The two returned home after a walk from the Judgment office. The walk was a slight distance, yet not too far out of comfort. Iggy dive-bombed the couch, and Minato headed into the kitchen. A deep sigh of relief absconded from Iggy. They lived in small apartment, one bedroom, one bath. The two shared a room, having beds on opposite ends of the room.
"Anything in particular you want for dinner?" Pondering for a moment Iggy spoke, "Uh, not really, anything is fine."
Minato began to cook up dinner, while Iggy threw on a movie. The title of this one was -The Thing from the Deep III-. It was a cheap sci-fi horror film, not worry of mentioning. Yet Iggy loved it all the same, not one concern for its quality. He would often even quote some of the cinema, Minato groaned each time in unamusement.
"Ah, this one again, kinda cliche, but still good," Minato says over the boiling water. He was wearing an apron, cooking was something he enjoyed and took pride in.
"Heh, that thing sure is something, can you image fighting it for Judgment?" A fierce beast rose from the lake in the film, snarling with titanic teeth. "Sounds like a pain in the ass. I could just see Hanoji saying 'CHARGE' all dramatically," imitating a leader. They both erupted into laughter at the thought.
"Alright, foods ready!" Minato exclaimed as he took off the apron. He had cooked curry, with miso soup as a side.
They both sat and watched the movie until its end. The ate and saw the film, something common among their residence. Iggy in dramatic tears at the death of the creature from the lake.
"Gets you every time, doesn't it?" Minato sarcastically asked.
Iggy made obvious sniffles, "Sure does, sure does. You will be missed fair creature, until next time."
After the movie and some food they both went off to bed, having school in the morning. Iggy was exhausted, and Minato quite drained himself. They both slumped off to bed. Hitting the bed with a thud, Iggy lay face-first in pillow. "Finally… bed time, woooo." "Goodnight."