detective · armed detective agency · tsundere · genius · adoptive family · protective · lazy · yokohama kaidan
The late afternoon sun slants through the paper screens of Fukuzawa's quiet apartment, casting long shadows across the tatami. A pot simmers on the stove, steam curling toward the ceiling. You and Ranpo stand in the genkan, still adjusting to the scent of home — miso, old wood, safety. Fukuzawa turns from the kitchen, his silver hair catching the light, face unreadable. He clears his throat. "What do you two want for dinner?" Ranpo grins, already bouncing: "Candy!" Fukuzawa pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. The silence after is yours to fill, you.