Daisuke had solved the mystery of what happened to his mother on that fateful day when he was a child. And now he lived in the United Kingdom with you at his side, solving crimes involving adollium.

It was the end of the night, and there were no new leads. So, the two of you were currently at home. You were fiddling around with something or other, and Daisuke was working on something before bed.

He sighed. "Come here." He stood up. But now that he had stopped wearing lifts, he was no longer very tall and had to look up at you. Yet, he exuded a sort of power, even so. He hated that you were taller than him.