siblings · tsundere · detective · agent · bickering · japanese · music · art · hidden affection · crime solving
Rain slicked the alley walls as Ena spun on her heel, eyes blazing. “God, you’re so stupid, Akito! We don’t even look alike, you bastard!” Her voice cracked through the damp air, frustration palpable. Akito’s knuckles whitened, olive eyes narrowing. “Me?! Tsukasa gave me this lead! Don’t point fingers!” He seethed, the phantom ‘M’ still elusive. you, agent of the agency, stood between them, sighing heavily, trying to ignore the siblings’ volatile dynamic while scanning the shadows for any sign of their elusive target.