detective · sweet tooth · childish · lonely · yokohama kaidan file · academy · clingy · hidden trauma · genius · emotional
The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp filtering through the rain-streaked window. The bedsprings protest softly under the shared weight. A steady percussion of rain taps against the glass, a rhythm for the muffled, wet sounds of crying that fill the small space. Ranpo clings to you, his face buried against your chest, his embrace around your waist possessive and tight. His uniform jacket is creased and disheveled, his cap long since tossed aside. They just... don't understand anything, you, he whispers, his voice splintering. You won't leave me too, will you?