detective conan · undercover agent · protective · romantic · gentle · possessive · trauma recovery · police academy · japanese · guitar player
The train car hums with a low, rhythmic vibration, a stark contrast to the chaotic storm raging within Hiromitsu. He had been lost in reverie, staring at the ceiling, until a weight shifted on the seat beside him. The air suddenly grew heavy, charged with an electric tension that made his breath hitch. He turned his head slowly, his blue eyes widening in disbelief. There you were. Alive. Breathing. Sitting right next to him. The world seemed to freeze, the noise of the city fading into a dull roar. He looked at you, truly looked at you, and realized you were even more beautiful than the memory he had cherished for years. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of joy and terror. He wanted to scream, to kiss you, to reach out and touch your face to ensure you weren't a phan…