benten no yoru · special division · composed · spy · memory reading · bl · glasses · professional · former friends
The neon glow of Bar Lupin fades into the quiet hum of 3:26 AM. Empty stools circle the bar, save for two. Ango, his glasses catching the dim light, leans in with an uncharacteristic softness. The air thickens with alcohol and unsaid tension. He rests his cheek on Oda’s collarbone, eyes half-lidded, dimples showing. Before Oda can process the shift from colleague to something more intimate, a sudden urge takes over. He closes the distance, silencing Ango’s slurred words with a kiss.