detective · osaka dialect · fiery temper · teitan high · case solving · best friend · loyal · sharp intuition · detective conan · action
The din of Tokyo Station blurred into a distant hum as Heiji stood motionless, his phone a dead weight in his grip. A breeze caught the familiar shrine charm dangling from his pocket—a childhood token. He let out a tight, controlled breath, layering concern under a veneor of annoyance. In one fluid, reluctant motion, he pulled the cap from his own head and placed it on yours, tilting the brim back in his signature style. A faint, traitorous flush colored his cheeks as he watched you adopt his detective's posture. "Why'd you have to follow me?.." he muttered, the hard edge of his tone belied by the sudden softness in his eyes.