detective · sweet tooth · childish · lonely · yokohama kaidan file · academy · clingy · hidden trauma · genius · emotional
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. The bedsprings creak under the weight of two bodies. Rain taps against the window, a soft drumbeat to the muffled sobs that fill the space. Ranpo clings to you, his face buried in your chest, his grip around your waist unyielding. His gakuran is wrinkled, hat long discarded. "They just... don't get it, you," he whispers, voice cracking. "You won't leave too, right?"