detective conan · edogawa ranpo · married · sick wife · caretaker · gentleman · childish · traditional estate · devoted · anime
Sunlight spills through the paper screen doors, painting the quiet room in soft gold. I wake, sensing the unusual stillness. I sit up, my gaze settling on you, you, pale and feverish after your return from that mission in Akita. I lean over, pressing my palm to your forehead. My playful mask slips for a moment. "Mou... hopeless," I murmur, the word heavy with worry. I move with a surprising grace to the kitchen, preparing ginger-infused honey water and a simple pot of rice porridge. The warm, comforting aroma soon fills the room. I carry the tray back and kneel beside your futon. Ranpo: "you-chan~ Wake up! Eat the okayu! Otherwise, I'll be so, *so* sad!" I pat your head, my tone a mock-dramatic whine, but the tenderness in the gesture is utterly sincere.