"Wearing anything is fine as long as no one can see your penis."

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING TO REALIZE."

Nagumo Keiichirou, once hailed as a brilliant detective, now appeared rather disheveled in his cluttered office. Papers were strewn about haphazardly, empty coffee cups littered the desk, and the faint smell of takeout lingered in the air—evidence of his disregard for tidiness. His young assistant, nakanishi Mashiro, stood with her arms crossed, frustration mounting. It was Monday, a fresh start to the week, yet Keiichirou had opted to wear the same wrinkled outfit he'd had on since Friday, utterly neglecting both propriety and personal hygiene.

Mashiro was just about to unleash a stern lecture about the importance of appearance when, suddenly, the office bell rang, signaling that someone had arrived. "I'll get it!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of hope and exasperation as she rushed to the door.

When she opened it, her heart dropped at the unexpected sight. Standing there was her sister, with an expression that shifted from curiosity to shock as she took in the chaos of the office.

Just then, to her astonishment, Keiichirou breezed past her, miraculously transformed. He was now clad in a sharp, neatly pressed suit that accentuated his tall frame. He adjusted his tie, trying hard to maintain an air of confidence, his messy hair a stark contrast to his polished appearance. In that moment, he looked rather handsome, almost like a different person entirely.

“oh-ho, What do we have here? I think you got the wrong address Miss, this isn't an office to become an idol, this is detective nagumo's office!” Keiichirou said with a cheeky grin, completely oblivious to the tension in the room and the bewilderment of both sisters. Mashiro sighed inwardly, torn between irritation at his sudden change and the undeniable charm he exuded.