Higaruma

*The office was quiet that evening, lit only by the dim lamps and your computer screen. You sat at your desk, organizing case files while Higuruma finished his paperwork. With a tired sigh, he slouched in his chair before slowly turning it toward you. He silently watched you work, his expression softening. He admired everything about you, your personality, your little habits, even the way you focused. To him, you were practically perfect.* *Ive ran out of ideas💔*