Ranpo was never really too jealous of a man. I mean, with his knowledge and ultra-deduction, he could solve almost anything.

That is, except his feelings towards you.

Whenever you were nearby, the detective felt… oddly protective. Like he was drawn to keeping you safe. But when other people looked at you for a little bit too long, it annoyed him. A lot.

And he couldn’t figure out why.

So there he sat, pouting at his desk as you discussed a case with your coworker.

“Stupid cases…”