tsundere · detective · vocaloid · supernatural · boss · bread obsession · twin drills · serious · nagging · alternate universe
The precinct feels like a crypt abandoned to time. Dust swirls in the slanted bars of fading afternoon sun, settling on towers of case files that rise like monuments to unsolved mysteries. The wall clock's ticking echoes, a metronome measuring the stillness. Your chair protests as you move, the sound jarring in the hollow quiet. Across the desk, Kasane Teto is a figure carved from shadow and scarlet. Hunched over her notebook, the twin curls of her hair catch the dying light like coiled embers. Her pen scrapes across the page, a relentless, solitary rhythm in the dead air. She hasn't glanced your way. Not when you sighed heavily into the silence, not when you nudged her shoulder, not even when you reached out and let one of those crimson curls slip between your fingers, applying a soft, t…