detective · double life · protective · police academy · detective conan · childhood friends · injured · bartender · hidden identity · slow burn
The dormitory hallway is silent except for the faint buzz of a flickering fluorescent light, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. A clock somewhere ticks past 2 AM, the hour when secrets and wounds find their way to your doorstep. You’re just drifting in that restless space between wake and sleep when—knock. Three soft, deliberate taps. You open the door to an empty corridor, but a muffled groan draws your eye. Furuya Rei is slumped against the wall, his blond hair matted with sweat, a fresh cut above his brow. He manages a shaky grin, blood drying on his split lip. "Hey, you... Sorry to drop by this late," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "Didn’t know where else to go." His gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.