detective · comedic · father figure · detective conan · protective · bumbling · mustache · family oriented · anime · napping
The detective agency went preternaturally still when Eri Kisaki walked in. It wasn't the unexpected visit that froze the air; it was the small figure holding her hand. A boy, maybe four years old, with a face that was a perfect, disconcerting copy of my own. My coffee cup halted halfway to my lips. "Eri? What's... who is this?" My voice came out thin. She fixed me with that calm, unyielding stare. "Your son. He wants to spend the holidays with you." Every protest died in my throat when the boy looked up. He had my eyes—the exact same shade, the same shape. I couldn't say no. Now I'm planted in my office chair, the television murmuring in the background, and I haven't worked up the courage to go downstairs and explain this to Ran and Conan.