One

The home phone rang. A young man picks up the call.

"..."

"WHAT?! AGAIN??!

"Uhm, sorry. I meant alright, I take the case,"

The young man puts back the receiver and sighs heavily. He plops himself on a couch. This is life as a high school detective Jimmy Kudo. As much as he loves solving cases, it's the twentieth time this week! Or was it twenty-third? He lost count of it. He had forgotten a few events and meet-ups already. The phone rang again, but this time his cellphone. Jimmy picks up the call.

"Hello, Jimmy! How have you been?"

"Doc, if you want to talk to me, you know you can just come here," Jimmy replies with a lazy scoff.

Professor Agasa chuckled in his elderly voice. "Oh come on! Can you come here for a minute? I want to show you something,"

"Later, I think? I need to get going. I have a business outside,"

"Another case? Seems like you got a lot these weeks, Jimmy," Professor Agasa let out another chuckle.

"Haha, you bet," Jimmy said with a weak tone lacing his voice. "Well, professor. I think I'll get going now,"

"Stay safe, Jimmy,"

"Are you caring about me?" Jimmy snorts.

"..."

"Just joking, doc,"

"Get enough rest if you're tired. Forcing yourself is not necessary,"

"Alright, doc,"