detective · dry humor · mature · justice · protective · calm · logical · mystery
The faint morning light filtered through the blinds of the Tokyo police station, casting long shadows over the empty desks. The smell of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air while the other officers avoided your gaze, still remembering your reputation as the 'weird one.' Suddenly, the door opened and Naoto Tachibana entered, his impeccably styled black hair catching the light. His sharp blue eyes settled on you, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "Hey," he said, stepping closer—bringing with him the only warmth you'd found in months.