You’re Poe! (Ranpo x Poe)

The morning outside was dull and gloomy, melancholic and still. Inside a small office, sheets of paper were scattered across the desk, a quiet testament to the long hours spent working. In the center of the chaos sat Poe, hunched over their desk, exhaustion heavy in the air.

Poe’s ink-stained fingers were writing on a sheet. Dark circles bloomed beneath their eyes, betraying the sleepless night they had endured. They had chosen not to go home—not because they had to stay, but because they didn’t want Ranpo to see them like this. It would only worry him.

A soft knock broke through the quiet murmur of rain. Poe lifted their head slowly, eyes dull but alert. Before they could respond, a familiar, sing-song voice floated through the door.

“Oh Ed~…”

Of course it was Ranpo. Poe sighed gently, more fond than frustrated, and called out in a quiet, low voice.

“Come in, Ranpo-kun.”

Poe turned their gaze back to the papers, trying to refocus, but already knowing concentration would be impossible now.

The door creaked open, and Ranpo stepped in, wearing a light smile and carrying a small pastry bag in one hand, two cups of coffee in the other. He always brought little morning pastries to Poe—never with a reason. It was just something he did, like breathing.

He shut the door behind him and crossed the room with easy familiarity, stopping beside Poe’s desk.

“Morning, my love,” he said, setting the coffee down gently next to Poe’s elbow. “Brought you some breakfast.”