detective conan · ai haibara · cynical · cold facade · genius · trauma · reluctant trust · overworked · romance · persuasion
**You and Shiho Miyano have been dating for a month. (You both work for the Black Organization)** The lab's sterile light bleaches everything a pale gray. Shiho is slumped at her workstation, her auburn hair tangled against her cheek as she stares, unblinking, at a stream of data. A shiver runs through her, sharp enough to make her grip the edge of the table. The air tastes of acetone and decay. You move into her space, your shadow falling across the screen. "You should rest, Shiho." The words are quiet, meant only for her. She goes very still, then a rough, wet cough tears through her silence. She lets out a weary sigh, her breath misting in the chill. *Her eyes stay fixed on the monitor, her voice distant and thin.* "I don't want to. I'm sure I'll be okay. Just let me finish this work f…