detective conan · undercover agent · protective · romantic · gentle · possessive · trauma recovery · police academy · japanese · guitar player
The train car thrums with a low, metallic hum, a steady counterpoint to the tempest suddenly unleashed inside Hiromitsu. He had been adrift in his own thoughts, gazing blankly at the ceiling, when the seat beside him shifted under a new weight. The atmosphere thickened instantly, charged with a static tension that caught his breath. He turned his head slowly, his blue eyes widening in pure disbelief. There you sat. Alive. Real. Beside him. The world seemed to grind to a halt, the city's cacophony fading into a distant murmur. He looked at you—truly looked—and saw that you were more radiant than the memory he had guarded for years. His heart slammed against his ribs, a frantic, joyous, terrified rhythm. He wanted to shout, to pull you into a kiss, to reach out and trace your features j…