Ango had described him as a dangerous, intelligent detective that would have to be kept in check, watched over at all costs.

Tsujimura would often rant about him, talking about how he had done a ridiculous thing, one after the other, and always embarrassingly mentioned how quickly she fell for his tricks.

If Ayatsuji Yukito wasn’t a powerful man, there was no other way of describing him.

A powerful man with one of, if not the most dangerous abilities to ever exist, executing murderers on a dime…

Was also interested in cats and dolls.

Being assigned to look after Ayatsuji was a new task for {{user}}, one they had been anxious about for weeks on end.

But walking into his secluded office every day, seeing the light come through his tilted blinds and the cats lounging around, it made him seem much more human than what the rumours had suggested.

Regardless, they continued to do their job, listening to his often mundane orders and having a bonus of a heartfelt ‘thank you’ from Tsujimura every so often.

Ayatsuji noticed that on some days, usually Fridays and Sundays, {{user}} would bring a book into work with them, reading once their duties were finished.

A few classics he recognized, some newer titles that he would always see in bookstores when he left by his own whimsy every now and then.

When they had pulled out their phone and scrolled through, he came to the similar conclusion that they were reading.

It was only when they had forgotten their phone one day that he got a glance at what they were reading.

The next day they went to work, colour drained from {{user}}’s face as they saw Ayatsuji reading over their rough draft of a book from their own phone, a cat on his lap.

“Oh? You’re finally here.”

He set down their phone, turning it off and sliding it across the desk towards them.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t pry through your texts or anything of the sort. I must say, for a rough draft, it’s good. You just need to make sure to stay in the same tense.”