Author's Note: Two things: 1.) I don't know how this kind of thing works in American police stations, let alone Japanese ones, so don't expect this to be accurate. 2.) I never actually watched the DR3 anime, only read a summary of it, so characters/dynamics might be OOC.

"Enoshima and Kamukura."

Junko perked up at her name, almost hopping up from her seat from the ground. "Did you hear that, Izu? They used our last names—they made us sound important!"

Izuru, however, simply rose from his spot on the hard ground with an emotionless expression. "It's a formality, Junko. Of course they're going to use our last names."

Junko turned and pouted at him. "Jeez, Izu, ever heard of a joke? You know, you really should—"

"Ahem."

The two looked over at the door of their waiting cell to see that the woman—who could only be identified as a police officer, based off her clothing—that had called their names moments earlier was staring at them with a look that said, "hurry up."

"Oh, right. Come on, Izu!" Junko chirped, skipping over to meet the woman at the door. Izuru followed in tow.

The woman rolled her eyes and shut the cell's door behind them before leading them down a long empty hallway. The only thing that kept it from being ripped straight from a horror film was the fluorescent lights that harshly illuminated the entire corridor.

Upon reaching the end of the hallway, the trio made a right and entered the first door on the left.

It was a rather drab room—and it wasn't even based off of Junko's standards of boring. The room was painted the same plain shade of grey, and the only future that occupied it was a large beige desk and four matching chairs; one sat behind the desk, while the other three sat in front of it—one of which was occupied by Junko's sister, Mukuro.

Mukuro lifted her head at their arrival, offering a polite wave. "Hey, Junko."

Junko grinned and waved back; the officer shot an unnoticed look of disbelief at their casual greeting, but ultimately brushed it off and took a seat behind the desk and gestured for Junko and Izuru to sit in the empty chairs; the two obliged.

"So," the officer started, clapsing her hands together. "Ms. Ikusaba, as I'm sure you are aware, Ms. Enoshima and Mr. Kamukura have been charged with an account of arson. I would like—"

"Hold on!" Junko interjected. "You're just gonna charge us, just like that? That's, like, totally unfair—"

"Would you please let me speak?" the officer interrupted, shooting Junko a dirty look. Junko stuck out her tongue at her in response. "As I was saying, I am willing to give these two a chance to explain their side of the story to see if there was a misunderstanding." She then muttered under her breath, "...Although I truly doubt it," before quickly clearing her throat.

"So, Ms. Enoshima and Mr. Kamukura, care to explain your side of the story?"

"Gladly!" Junko grinned, positioning herself in her chair. "It all started at Starbucks..."

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Ah, Starbucks.

Starbucks was the type of place that got made fun of frequently for being a hotspot for "basic girls." But, let's be honest, the people who say that are the same people who order from there all the time (and if you say you don't, you're a liar).

Then again, who cared about what others thought? Not Junko Enohima!

Like almost every morning, Junko had gone there, and decided to bring (or, well, dragged for a better word) her boyfriend, Izuru, along with her. It was a comical duo, actually; a brooding, stoic boy and a flashy, spontaneous girl? Yeah, that made for hilariously weird moments.

"I don't know why you insisted on bringing me with you," he had said as they walked to the cafe together. "You know I detest places like this."

"Izu, you need to get out of the house and fucking exist," Junko shot back. "Think of it as a learning experience! You know, Basic Human 101."

"What about your sister? Surely you could've gone with her."

Junko scoffed. "As if I'd be seen with her."

Izuru rolled his eyes at her. "I assume you'll be paying, then?"

"Of course!" Junko gave her boyfriend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'm not a leech! And look, we're here!"

Pointing at the small building before them, Junko shot Izuru a grin before pushing him inside.

The cafe was relatively empty—expected at 4 PM on a Tuesday—so the two didn't have to wait long before it was their turn. The barista working behind the counter immediately smiled and waved.

"H-Hello, Junko! The usual, right?"

"Yep." Junko thumbed towards Izuru. "And get him a black coffee, I guess."

The barista nodded. "Of course! I'll be right back with your drinks!" With a polite bow, she scurried off to the back.

"Thanks, babe," Junko smiled, waggling her fingers. She turned to take a seat at her usual spot, only to come face to face with someone who made that smile twist into a disgusted frown. "Oh... It's you."

The white-haired boy she faced wrinkled his nose at her. "Junko."

"Nagito." Junko crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"About to order, obviously," Nagito replied, rolling his eyes. "What are you doing here? Wait, let me guess: you're here to harass the workers? Or better yet—trash the shop in a fit of boredom?"

Junko snorted. "Please, I'm more classy than that. Plus, I'm on great terms with the workers here."

"It's true!" the barista exclaimed. "O-Oh, and your drinks are ready!"

Junko fished a couple of bills out of her handbag and pushed them into Izuru's hands and gestured for him to go get their drinks. Izuru rolled his eyes, but obliged nonetheless, turning to the counter.

Turning back to Nagito, Junko smirked at him. "See? Don't project your lonely, pathetic life onto me."

"Actually," Nagito corrected. "I have a boyfriend now, thank you very much."

Junko rolled her eyes. "Sure..."

Nagito narrowed his eyes at her, and before he could reply with a comeback, a trademark Starbucks cup blocked his vision.

"Thanks, Izu!" Junko chirped, taking the drink with a bright smile.

"A caramel frappucino?" Nagito commented snidely, peering at her drink. "Why am I not surprised?"

Junko's smile dropped yet again and she, in a split second's decision, unscrewed the cup's lid and chucked the contents straight into Nagito's face.

"Ha!" Junko snarked as she watched him wipe the cold drink from his eyes. "How do you like them apples?!"

"If you're quite done, can we get going now?"

Junko looked over at Izuru, who shot his girlfriend an unimpressed look. "I'm not interested in being in here any longer than necessary."

Junko huffed out a sigh. "Damn, I kinda wanted buy another drink... But, whatever." Sparing one last glance at Nagito, she said, "Enjoy your free drink, loser."

Junko and Izuru pushed their way past the annoyed line of customers that had grown since they first entered, and swiftly exited the cafe. Suddenly, Junko skid to a halt and turned back to face the building, prompting Izuru to do the same.

"Did you already change your mind about that drink?"

"No... I've just thought of an idea. Do you still have that lighter I gave to you the other day?"

Without so much as a comment, Izuru swiftly pulled a hot pink lighter from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to Junko.

"Perfect." A devilish grin stretched across Junko's face as she pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer out of her bag. She opened it up and squirted a thick line in the doorway, plus a bit on the ground outside, for good measure.

Then, she flicked the lighter and let the small flame lick the viscous substance before it swallowed it whole, transforming into a full-blown fire that blocked the cafe's entrance.

Frantic yelps and screams came from the inside while Junko and Izuru simply stared at the fire before them, a proud smile on the fomer's face.

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"Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best idea to do that while all of those people were in there."

Junko shrugged. "Eh, whatever. It's not like anybody died. Unfortunately. Anyways, yeah, that's pretty much the whole story. I didn't set the place on fire because I had anything against the cafe, so honestly, I think you should let us go."

The officer blinked and slowly looked between a non-chalant Junko and a emotionless Izuru, then glanced over at Mukuro, who seemed unfazed by the entire thing. She then ran her hand through her hair and let out a heavy sigh.

"How about you two just pay a fine and we forget this ever happened?"

Junko and Izuru exchanged a glance at that. Then, as if they came to a silent agreement, they turned back to the officer and Junko grinned. "Deal."

"Good. You should get a bill in your mailbox within the next week or two."

"Thanks," Junko said, standing up. "And you know what? I might even send you a couple of my face creams as a present. You look like you could really use it."

The officer sighed again. "Just get out."

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Junko and Izuru strolled out of the police station together, leaving Mukuro to awkwardly trail behind them. All the while, Junko stared at her boyfriend with a big dumb grin, causing Izuru to turn his head towards her with a look.

"What?"

Her grin turned into a cheeky smile, and she nudged his shoulder. "So... Was this day fun or what?"

"Not exactly. We still have to pay that fine."

Junko scoffed. "Oh, please. Like we're actually gonna pay it. And, hey, even if we have to, at least this whole thing wasn't boring, right?"

Izuru simply turned and stared at the path in front of him with an almost fond look, a semblance of a smile grazing his lips.

"Perhaps..."

Author's Note: So... Yeah. Don't do arson, kids.