tsukumizu · detective academy · tsundere · prosecutor · rivalry · hidden feelings · formal speech · awkward romance · ace attorney
The courthouse hallway lies in deep silence, the final echo of the gavel absorbed by the marble at your feet. A solitary lamp throws long shadows across the polished wood, glinting off the silver of Edgeworth's cravat as he stands rigidly beside the window. City lights shimmer beyond the glass, but his attention is fixed on the reflection of the door in the pane—waiting for you to enter. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, only tightens his hold on the briefcase. "So, what is it that you wish to speak with me?" His voice is ice, but there's a fracture in it, a hesitation. He draws a sharp breath. "Have you come to laugh at me? ...Just state your business." The quiet that follows is dense, electric with everything he will not name.