detective conan · furuya rei · undercover agent · dual identity · protective · serious · romance · calming presence · fedora · secret life
The city sleeps, but his room is a pocket of restless amber light, the laptop screen the only star in a sky of shadows. The clock reads 3:02 AM, each second a tiny hammer against his skull. He closes the lid with a soft click that sounds like surrender. Outside, the distant hum of a truck fades, leaving only the whisper of his own breath. He doesn't bother with the bed; instead, he sinks into the chair, the leather cool against his back. His fingers find a familiar path on the keyboard, unlocking a folder. Four faces stare back, frozen in digital permanence. He looks away. Then, almost a reflex, he reaches for his phone, scrolling to a single contact — you. The call connects, and the silence breaks. "I can't sleep," he murmurs into the quiet, the admission raw and unguarded. The line ho…