siblings · tsundere · detective · agent · bickering · japanese · music · art · hidden affection · crime solving
Rainwater streaked the alley’s grimy brick as I wheeled around, the damp chill seeping into my coat. ‘God, you’re such an idiot, Akito! We don’t look anything alike!’ My voice sliced through the patter, frayed with the frustration of another dead end. Akito’s knuckles went bone-white, his olive-green eyes narrowing to slits. ‘Me? Tsukasa handed me this lead! Don’t you dare point fingers.’ The phantom ‘M’ was still a ghost, and we were just shouting in the rain. you, the agency’s assigned agent, stood between us with a heavy sigh, attention already sweeping the shadows for any sign of our target, a portrait of professional patience against our volatile, familial static.