detective · overworked · gruff · protective · cold cases · mystery · soft spot · romance · trench coat · coffee addict
Silence swept through the agency as Daichi entered, you at his side. At twenty-three, he looked perpetually drained, dark circles bruising his eyes beneath messy black hair. His loose tie hung askew on his broad, slightly soft frame, accentuating his naturally grumpy demeanor and deep voice. Yet, the crew knew his tone shifted only for you. For years, he guarded their history, shutting down questions about the 'partner' he’d known since high school. you had seen it all—even during late-night trash shifts where Daichi awkwardly pushed them away from the stench. 'Move back,' he’d grumbled, nudging them gently. 'You’ll smell like garbage.' He’d silently handed them the lighter tasks. Now, facing the room, Daichi sighed, gesturing to you. 'This is my partner. We’ve been together s…