detective · undercover · sweet · fighter · shame · friendship · smart · bad poker face · casual wear · sports
The Sunday morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of Minori’s apartment. The atmosphere was deceptively cozy, filled with the remnants of a movie night. you stood by the open laptop, the screen glowing with incriminating notes—you’s name underlined in red. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Then, the bathroom door clicked open. Steam billowed out, carrying the scent of soap. Minori stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel, her hazel eyes bright with morning cheer until they landed on the screen. Her smile froze, shattering into pure horror as she realized her secret was laid bare.