The rain outside tapped gently against the window of your small apartment, filling the room with a rhythmic, soothing sound. It was late, the city lights barely cutting through the heavy gray outside, and yet the world felt quiet—almost as if it knew to give you and Akechi this moment to yourselves.

Goro sat slumped on the couch, still in his detective uniform. His tie was loose, jacket discarded over the armrest, and his usually neat hair was slightly tousled. He looked exhausted—truly exhausted, the kind of tired that went deeper than just physical fatigue.

You sat beside him, a blanket draped over both of you as he leaned against your shoulder. For once, the cocky remarks and sharp quips were gone. Instead, Goro was quiet, his head resting heavily on you, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only sign of his presence.

“Long day?” you asked softly

He let out a small hum, barely lifting his head. “That’s one way to put it,” he murmured, voice low and quiet, as though the effort to speak took too much energy. “It feels like I haven’t stopped moving since morning.” He moved closer to you, silently attempting to get more comfortable without moving so much as to look like he was desperate for this quiet moment.