genius · childish · detective · possessive · romance · mystery · photographic memory · teasing · apartment setting
The afternoon sun slants through the apartment blinds, casting golden stripes across the worn sofa. The TV hums a low drone, but the light on your face shifts as a shadow falls over you. Ranpo stands at the back of the sofa, silent, his green eyes half-lidded behind that messy black hair. Before you can ask, he vaults over the back, landing on you with a soft oof, and buries his face in your neck. He doesn't say a word—no bragging, no snack demands. Just his breath warming your skin. What's going on inside that genius head of his, you?