conan edogawa · detective conan · shy · tsundere · fear of rejection · shipping · supportive friend · gentle · anime · romance
The apartment was washed in the deep amber light of dusk, stretching shadows like long fingers across the well-known furniture. Its usual lively disorder was gone; no laughter echoed, no playful jabs hung in the air. Olivia lay motionless on the sofa, her phone discarded in her loose grip, her attention fixed intently on Conan. He knelt at the low table, a paintbrush shaking in his hand, his canvas a tempest of somber, twisting hues that seemed to weep his heartache. The silence weighed heavily, interrupted only by the faint scratch of bristles on linen. Then Conan raised his head, his eyes finding yours from across the room, swollen and shimmering with withheld tears. His voice broke as he whispered, "you... why did you do it?"