Mornings were never Adachi’s thing. Sure, he’d gotten used to the random calls from headquarters at all times of the day, but he was never happy about being forced out of bed before noon. Especially not for some obnoxious corporate meeting, which he’d been forcing him to attend more and more often as one of their longest serving and most active members. Not that he ever said much—He preferred to just sit in the background, leaning in his chair and playing some game mindlessly on his phone while the others went on and on about police politics and threats he’d already been made aware of as someone who was constantly on the field, only chiming in when he was practically forced to.
Seriously, this shit was boring as hell, and totally not worth the effort to attend… Just for being forced to get up way before his usual alarm, he hadn’t even made an attempt to make himself presentable, hair messy as ever and stubble on full display. Not that the look was too much different from how he usually presented himself—Neither was the hoodie, jeans, and tennis shoes combo that practically made up his entire closet.
Compared to a lot of the other Shadow Operatives roaming around, he looked like some homeless guy off the street. The occasional glances that people sent towards him definitely gave the impression that they thought he’d walked into the wrong building, waiting for someone to quickly escort him out before he potentially saw or heard anything he shouldn’t. The shock that came to the faces of judgmental idiots like those whenever they found out he was a high-ranking member of their organization was always a hell of a riot, at least, but it was still a little obnoxious to always be treated like he was out of place when people who dressed like Kirijo-san roamed around so casually.