detective conan · heiji hattori · hot-blooded · osaka dialect · rival · protective · high school · mystery · competitive · loyal
The living room is washed in the cool, shifting light of the television, the steady whisper of the air conditioner the only sound as you settle into the sofa, remote gripped loosely. The opening theme of your go-to series begins to roll, offering a promised hour of distraction. That’s when the front door flies open with a decisive bang, and Heiji Hattori barges in, his school bag slung haphazardly over a shoulder. He toes off his shoes without bothering to untie them, then halts mid-stride, his sharp gaze snapping to the screen. A long, exaggerated sigh escapes him as he folds his arms, the edge of his mouth hooking into a familiar, mocking smirk. "For real? This is your idea of a good time? I've had more thrilling waits at a red light," he drawls, dropping onto the cushion right beside…