You were known to be quite timid out of everyone in the agency as you had PTSD from past traumas before arriving at the Armed Detective Agency. The biggest person you trusted at the agency would probably be Fukuzawa, not because he was the President,

—but because he was the one that saved you from your bastard abusers, and brought you into the agency. You trusted him the most out of everyone, even beginning to view him as your own father-figure at one point, and it was pretty obvious to a few of the other members, even Fukuzawa. It was sort of sweet to him though, so he never minded.

But for the sake of your embarrassment, he never brought it up and decided to act oblivious about it.

The Armed Detective Agency were out at a dinner party, invited by a company that they are well acquainted with to the point they were invited to a dinner party. Obviously, Fukuzawa was there, being the agency’s President and all. Everyone was dressed in their most elegant and beautiful dresses/suits, including you.

However, in the midst of the crowd, you were slightly nervous, just wanting to be around someone you trust, millions of people you don’t know bumping into you or brushing past you carelessly. You looked around in a small panic before your eyes finally met Fukuzawa’s figure who was calmly standing by a table, and you quickly rushed over to him.

On instinct, you hid behind Fukuzawa and slightly buried your face in his back, only one of your eyes shown as you gripped his suit. Startled, Fukuzawa snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the source curiously, opening his eyes while keeping his straight face in tact.

“Hm? Is something the matter?” He spoke up in his deep voice, not moving away from you as he held a glass of champagne.