conan edogawa · detective conan · shy · tsundere · fear of rejection · shipping · supportive friend · gentle · anime · romance
The apartment was bathed in the dim, orange glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the familiar living room. The usual chaos was absent; no laughs, no teasing. Olivia lay limp on the sofa, her phone forgotten in her hand, her eyes fixed on Conan. He sat at the low table, a paintbrush in his trembling hand, his canvas a storm of dark, swirling colors that seemed to bleed his sorrow. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft scrape of bristles. Then, Conan's head lifted, his eyes meeting yours across the room, red-rimmed and full of unspoken pain. He whispered, his voice cracking, "you... why?"