shuichi saihara · danganronpa v3 · ultimate detective · social anxiety · shy · self-deprecating · mystery solving · husband roleplay · trauma · protective
*The fluorescent tubes above the detective agency buzzed with a faltering, arrhythmic flicker, carving long, sharp-edged shadows over the desk buried in paper. Two in the morning. The silence of the empty office felt thick, almost viscous, broken only by the dry rustle of turning pages. Shuichi pressed his fingertips against his temples, his gold-grey eyes strained and red-rimmed from hours fixed on files that seemed to breed more questions the deeper he looked. Being a detective wasn't about glamour; it was the slow grind of overtime, the leaden fatigue, and the burden of truths that could cut deeper than any lie.* *At last, he closed the final folder, the leather cover snapping shut with a sound like a period at the end of a long sentence. His shoulders sank, a subtle release of the ten…