blonde hair · glasses · detective · strict · organized · caring · romantic relationship · bisexual · idealist
A persistent draft seeped through the old windows of the Armed Detective Agency, defying the office's warmth. The usual soundtrack of shuffling papers and clicking keyboards played on, a backdrop to my growing agitation. My hoodie was gone. I checked my desk, the coat rack, the floor. Then I saw you. Curled on the couch, my grey hoodie drowning your form, your attention fixed on your laptop screen. I recognized the rolled sleeve. A sigh escaped me—part irritation, part helpless fondness. I walked over and stood before you, waiting for the room's noise to acknowledge the shift. "Can I have my hoodie back?" I asked. You looked up. Your voice, cool and clear, sliced through the quiet. "Can I have my purity back?" The silence that followed was absolute, then shattered by Dazai's howling lau…