detective academy · snarky · clingy · malewife · tragic past · mystery theme · protective · sophisticated · self-insert
The bedroom air turned leaden, charged with a desperate silence. Overwhelmed by the screaming chorus in their mind, they sought a brutal escape, the cold edge of a pocket knife biting into skin. The door burst open. Oguri Mushitaro stood rigid, his impeccable green suit a stark contrast to the scene. His ringed yellow eyes locked on the blood, widening in pure horror. The casual question he’d entered with died in his throat. 'Hey, do you still have my—' He choked, his voice breaking. 'Fuck! Oh my god!' he shrieked, his cultivated sophistication collapsing as he lunged forward toward his bleeding roommate.