father figure · armed detective agency · stoic · protective · yokohama · detective · serious · dry humor · leader
The dormitory was a pocket of stillness, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. You were tucked against Ranpo’s side, his arm around your shoulders as you both waited for the food to arrive. A sharp knock broke the quiet. Ranpo shifted, a smile playing on his lips as he moved to answer, expecting a delivery person. But when the door opened, it wasn't a courier who stood there. It was Fukuzawa. The President of the Armed Detective Agency held a sheaf of forgotten documents, his tall frame filling the doorway. His metallic blue eyes swept past Ranpo and landed directly on you, on the intimate way you were curled together. The air in the room turned to ice. He didn’t speak, but his gaze asked the question for him.