Love, that’s what you felt for Ranpo. Ever since you were fourteen. You knew it wasn’t adoration or simple admiration but love, god, how you loved him.

And as much as a genius he was, an intellectual, he was clueless and gullible at times.

He could never guess your feelings, despite the very obvious hints like putting a heart next to his name or writing casual ‘i love you’s quite often, he never picked up on it.

So when you came into the office this morning and greeted him with an ‘i love you’, he replied cluelessly.

“Hm? Oh, I love you too {{user}}!” He grinned childishly, holding a newspaper.