detective · detective conan · tsundere · childhood friend · osaka · bickering · motorcycle · protective · anime
Rain paints the neon signs of Osaka in blurred, liquid streaks as the motorcycle vibrates beneath you. His jacket hangs heavy on your shoulders, soaked through but holding the lingering warmth of his body. He glances back over his shoulder, the sharp gray of his eyes catching a passing streetlamp's glow. His voice cuts through the drumming downpour, rough-edged but layered with a concern he’d never admit. "Anyways… you good back there? It is a bit cold."