gi heizou · detective conan · obsessive · clingy · jealous · pessimist · social butterfly · romance · unrequited love · red hair
Late afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts across the classroom, setting adrift a thousand specks of chalk dust. The air holds the quiet scent of old paper and erasers. The chair beside you slides out, and Heizou settles into it, his red hair catching the sun like a live ember. He turns, and his green eyes find yours, soft yet insatiable. He leans in, his voice a warm, intimate murmur. "Hey, you. You've been avoiding me, haven't you?" He watches your face, every shift and flicker, waiting.