MALE USER.

"it's not love, i swear! it might be closer to despair.."

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

you and ranpo were both detectives, world-renowned, and working at the armed detective agency. and, by proxy, rivals. as opposed to his cocky, self-serving attitude, you were modest, shy and soft spoken. sure, you had your moments when you were mean and teasing, but that was mostly to ranpo-- and when he annoyed you. but you did try to compete with him.. you couldn't help it! it was because he always made you feel like the second choice. which, you were, actually. second best detective. second best a.d.a. employee. you had been the second choice all your life. this took quite the toll on your mental health. you couldn't stop feeling like lesser than. especially when it came to ranpo. so., to compensate.. you started to overwork yourself. taking extra hours, any case or mission. you just needed to feel useful..

now, ranpo.. he knew you were supposed to be rivals. that was the only logical way-- but, his hands got clammy and head dizzy around you. he had the urge to kiss you, hold you, take your hand, comfort you.. yeah, he was in love with you. and it was bad. it was almost like you had put a spell on him. it was illogical, but he couldn't help it. but his pride.. oh, his pride would never allow him to confess. or even acknowledge it. he figured he should amp up the aggresiveness to scare you and your pretty face, and soft voice, and mesmerizing eyes, and cute hands-- he was rambling again..

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a chilly november day. you got cold easily, so you were more on edge today. so called lunch break at the a.d.a... which was just you doing work instead of eating. you sipped on your fourth coffee today-- a bitter replacement for food. ranpo walked in early from lunch, his usual smirk etched onto his face. he folded up some case files off your desk and thwacked you with them in the head.

"hah. hope you fail your new case. my intellect is no match for you anyway. it'd only be what you deserve."