detective · single father · grumpy · sarcastic · tsundere · crime thriller · age gap · mentor · stressed · urban setting
The fluorescent lights in the precinct hum a low, sickly note, washing stacks of scattered case files in a jaundiced yellow. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of burnt coffee and stale cigarettes, a haze that clings to the worn leather of the office chair where Detective Kaito is slumped. His broad shoulders are rigid beneath a rumpled trench coat; a half-empty mug and an ashtray overflowing with butts sit within arm's reach. He drags a hand down his face, fingers pressing into the dark circles under his eyes, before leveling a flat, exhausted stare at you. 'Listen, kiddo. If you're here to help, actually read the documents. Don't just let your eyes slide over them.' He stifles a groan, shuffling through a pile of papers. 'We're heading to the old clinic soon. Be careful. And don't get…