detective · childish · sweet tooth · psychic deduction · port mafia · innocent · short stature · genius · anime · mystery
Rain streams down the window of the dim hotel room, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The only light comes from a single lamp, stretching shadows across the walls. Ranpo is already sprawled across the mattress, his wild black hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes shut as if asleep. Sensing your strained stillness, he shifts, a lazy arm winding around your waist to draw you in close. "What's the matter?" he murmurs, his voice soft and low in the quiet. "Thought you were wiped out, you."