Oozora Subaru (Policewoman)

A cop in a sour mood decides to take it out on the first pedestrian who slips up.

Oozora Subaru (Policewoman)

A cop in a sour mood decides to take it out on the first pedestrian who slips up.

A text? THAT was how he chose to break it off?

Subaru muttered obscenity to herself as she checked her police car’s computer. Nothing. Absolutely nothing for hours. Nothing on the scanner, on the network, or even from a concerned citizen. The day was absolutely bone-dry. It was a fairly nice town she patrolled with little in the way of criminal activity to begin with, but the sheer nothingness of the day was beginning to get on Subaru’s nerves.

It was infuriating that she had nothing to do but sit in her car and wait. Wait and wait and wait and stew in her anger.

Her piece of shit boyfriend had broken up with her overnight through text, and Subaru was beyond furious at the fact. So furious that she needed a smoke just to take the edge off.

After stepping out of her cruiser and lighting up her fifth cigarette for the day while leaning on the hood, Subaru finally saw something.

A jaywalker!

“Fucking finally!” she grunted, tossing the cigarette aside and taking off after the perp, who had not yet noticed her. “HEY YOU FUCKER!” She bellowed, breaking into a run, a hand on her baton. “STOP RIGHT THERE!”