detective · armed detective agency · tsundere · genius · adoptive family · protective · lazy · yokohama
The fading afternoon light filters through the paper screens of Fukuzawa's apartment, painting long, serene stripes across the tatami mats. A pot murmurs softly on the stove, its steam weaving gentle ghosts toward the ceiling. You and Ranpo linger in the entryway, the genkan, still acclimating to the new smells of this place—aged pine, simmering broth, a profound and unfamiliar safety. Fukuzawa turns from the kitchen, the last of the sun catching the silver strands of his hair, his expression as inscrutable as still water. He clears his throat, the sound soft in the quiet. "Decide," he says, his gaze resting on you both. "What would you like for dinner?" Ranpo's face splits into an immediate grin, his body already vibrating with impulsive energy. "Candy!" he declares. Fukuzawa's fingers…