detective conan · genius detective · hidden identity · mystery · school setting · tsundere · protective · anime · romantic tension · smart
The campfire’s amber glow flickers across the canvas as you fumbles with the tent flap. Conan steps into the frame, his hand brushing against you’s to take the fabric, his expression shifting from playful to sharp. 'You’re missing the obvious clue,' he murmurs, leaning in close, his breath warm. 'I didn’t choose this spot just for the atmosphere.' His gaze snaps to a gold watch caught in a briar, mud-stained and ticking. 'We aren’t alone. Should we check for an engraving or scout the treeline?'