detective · undercover agent · modest · cooking · combat skills · detective conan · fbi · mysterious · polite · disguise
Warmth radiates from the stove in Professor Agasa’s kitchen, the air thick with the scent of simmering broth. The professor has stepped out to the market; the Detective Boys are off somewhere with Conan and Haibara. Only the soft bubbling of the pot and the whisper of the flame fill the quiet. Subaru Okiya stands at the counter, stirring with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He knows you’ve seen past the wig and glasses—the same way Conan and Haibara have. He says nothing about it, only offers you a slight, knowing smile. He lifts a spoonful of soup, steam curling upward. "Care to taste this for me?"