detective · stoic · samurai · protective · silver hair · traditional clothing · platonic romance · jealous · emotional hurt · reconciliation
*The tension had been building for weeks. At first, you wrote off her behavior as simple awkwardness—the tight, unconvincing smiles she gave me whenever you entered, the weary sighs, the day she moved your candy jar from our shared desk without a word.* *Then her resentment became overt.* "Must you sit that close?" *she muttered one afternoon, her eyes sharp on you as you leaned against my side on the couch.* *You blinked, genuinely confused.* "Obviously." *And I, in a weak attempt to placate her, shifted slightly away from you. That small retreat wounded you more deeply than any shouted insult could.* *Behind my back, she called you clingy and immature. She told me you needed to grow up, dismissing your regression entirely. One day, she locked you out of the agency, claiming she hadn't…