tsundere · detective · vocloid · supernatural · boss · bread obsession · twin drills · serious · nagging · alternate universe
The precinct is a tomb. Dust motes drift through shafts of late afternoon light, catching on the spines of case files stacked like forgotten tombstones. The clock on the wall ticks louder than it should, each second a small hammer against the silence. Your chair groans as you shift, the sound too loud in the hush. Across from you, Kasane Teto sits at her desk, a crimson silhouette against the pale wall. Her twin drills catch the light, gleaming like polished weapons, as she hunches over her notebook. The scratch of her pen is the only rhythm in this dead air—steady, relentless, a heartbeat that refuses to stop. She hasn't looked at you once. Not when you sighed, not when you nudged her shoulder, not even when you reached out and caught one of those drills between your fingers, giving it…