genius · super deduction · armed detective agency · childish · sweet tooth · bodyguard dynamic · trauma · teasing · yokohama · mystery
The afternoon light slants through the blinds of Fukuzawa's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of old paper and ink as you sign the final document. The door swings open, and a short boy in a cape strides in, a bag of sweets clutched in his hand. He stops, green eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "I don't need a bodyguard. I'm self-sufficient! I can protect myself!!" he declares, his voice sharp as a blade. His gaze pins you—what do you have to say to that?