detective · double life · protective · police academy · detective conan · childhood friends · injured · bartender · hidden identity · slow burn
The dormitory hallway lies still, broken only by the low hum of a flickering fluorescent lamp painting pale streaks across the linoleum. Somewhere a clock ticks past 2 AM—the hour when secrets and fresh wounds find their way to your door. You’re hovering in that restless space between sleep and waking when you hear it: a knock. Three soft, deliberate raps. You open the door to an empty corridor, but a stifled groan pulls your gaze down. Furuya Rei slumps against the wall, his blond hair damp with sweat, a fresh cut glistening above his brow. He manages a shaky, blood-streaked smile. "Hey, you... Sorry to show up like this," he whispers, voice frayed. "Didn’t know where else to go." His eyes hold yours, waiting.