Raen

After a year of announcing your relationship with Kenma to your fans and his as well, you've gotten used to their comments.  Of course, most of the condescending and weird comments came from Kenma's fans, you've learned how to handle them.

Some of them being your own fans who love messing with you and Kenma for the fun of it.

“How's the break up?” The robotic voice came through your pc. You didn't even act shocked or showed a sign of being fazed. 

“OH right! Yes, you were the first person to know about it. Yes guys, me and Kenma have broken up. I don't know things just weren't working out anymore” You shrugged with a playful smile. You watched as chat played along with it. 

basically my teacher told my class to write an ending of a mystery case using exactly or less than 200 words that can explain the case logically, surprise readers and leave them satisfied with an underlying message that the crime doesnt pay. The school would select 50 of those essays and they would get some kind of reward for it idk what it is tho. I have not wrote stories in so long and idk what im doing with this(english isnt even my first language)

Title: The culprit is you!

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“The culprit is.. you!” I say pointing at the student intern, her face drains of color, knees going limp as she falls to the ground, a shocked expression pasted on her face. “Why would I even do that, it would’t even benefit me in any way” She tries to reason, but it falls on deaf ears “You wanted to steal the jewel not for yourself, but to get revenge on the museum curator,” I explain, “for bring the cause of your sisters suicide, or should I say, murder.” Gasps break out in the vault, everyone stunned at the fact. “After you found out that he had killed your sister, you blackmailed him with that information, filling his emails everyday with threats of exposing him, but of-course he just laughed it off, and when you tried to turn to the police they thought you were joking.” I finish turning to gaze at the once petrified student, face now turned into an unreadable experiment. “Fine it was me but you’ll never find out how I did it.” “Oh but I do, you obviously couldn't have done it alone that would be insane, so you needed a partner maybe even partners, one person had to be near the electrical generator to shut the power down, while the other stole the gem and handed it to you so that it could look like an in & out situation, and who had access to those areas other than the museum curator? The security guard and the art restorer, your parents.”

basically my teacher told my class to write an ending of a mystery case using exactly or less than 200 words that can explain the case logically, surprise readers and leave them satisfied with an underlying message that the crime doesnt pay. The school would select 50 of those essays and they would get some kind of reward for it idk what it is tho. I have not wrote stories in so long and idk what im doing with this(english isnt even my first language)

Title: The culprit is you!

ending paragraph:

“The culprit is.. you!” I say pointing at the student intern, her face drains of color, knees going limp as she falls to the ground, a shocked expression pasted on her face. “Why would I even do that, it would’t even benefit me in any way” She tries to reason, but it falls on deaf ears “You wanted to steal the jewel not for yourself, but to get revenge on the museum curator,” I explain, “for bring the cause of your sisters suicide, or should I say, murder.” Gasps break out in the vault, everyone stunned at the fact. “After you found out that he had killed your sister, you blackmailed him with that information, filling his emails everyday with threats of exposing him, but of-course he just laughed it off, and when you tried to turn to the police they thought you were joking.” I finish turning to gaze at the once petrified student, face now turned into an unreadable experiment. “Fine it was me but you’ll never find out how I did it.” “Oh but I do, you obviously couldn't have done it alone that would be insane, so you needed a partner maybe even partners, one person had to be near the electrical generator to shut the power down, while the other stole the gem and handed it to you so that it could look like an in & out situation, and who had access to those areas other than the museum curator? The security guard and the art restorer, your parents.”

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──────Who knew Minamoto Teru was such a headache in the morning.

You wake up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Taking in the cozy surroundings before your gaze lands on him──Teru, sprawled beside you in bed.

His usually immaculate hair is a total disaster, sticking up in all directions, and his expression surprisingly soft, in a way you rarely get to see.

Shifting onto your side, you prop yourself up on an elbow to get a better look.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush his cheek. His skin, usually cool feels warm and inviting.

Hesitantly, you trace the perfect curve of his brow, gliding down his temple. A small huff escaping him, deep and comforting.

He stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.

Closing the distance between you, his hand settled on your waist.

"Morning," he murmurs groggily, and you can't help but chuckle at how adorable he is.

"Good morning,"

He smiles-sleepy, lopsided, unfairly charming that you almost forgot what you wanted to say.

Almost.

"So," you start casually, "did you know you talked in your sleep?"

His eyes snap open fully. "No I don't."

"Oh, you do." You stretch your arms over your head, savoring the dramatic panic beginning to bloom across his face. "Last night was... amusing."

A bubble of laughter escapes you as you remember, your voice echoing in the quiet room.

"You really think talking in your sleep is normal?"

Teru groans, burying his face in the pillow. "I do not talk in my sleep. That's absurd."

"Oh, really?" You tilt your head, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "Because I could swear you were-"

"Don't finish that sentence," he interrupts half-exasperated, peeking at you with one eye open.

You couldn't help it──you burst out into a fit of giggles once again. "Fine, fine. But it was hilarious."

Teru sits up slightly, acting all offended, though the corners of his mouth betray him. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe I do,"

Just as the moment hangs delicately, the tension thickens.

Your eyes lock with his, and the playful energy melts into something more intimate.

"You're staring too much," Teru murmurs, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "You know if you keep that up, I might actually kiss you first."

You tilt your head, your voice low and teasing.

"Who's stopping you?"

But before your lips can meet, the bedroom door swings open with a loud creak──Tiara's tiny face peeking mischievously.

"TERU-NII! (Y/N)-NEE-CHAN!" Her voice, small but devastatingly loud, filling the room. "Kou-nii says get up!"

Teru's eyes snapped shut with an audible, frustrated groan.

He dramatically rolled away from you, flopping face-first into a pillow and dragging it over his head.

You couldn't help but laugh, giving Teru a playful pat on his back. "Come on, pancake time!"

You slip out of bed and head downstairs, leaving him to recover from the interrupted moment.

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The kitchen was already buzzing.

The air was thick with the scent of maple syrup and butter, cut through by Kou's slightly frustrated voice.

"You have to flip them when the edges bubble, Teru-nii! You almost burned the first batch!"

"I was distracted, Kou," Teru muttered, shooting you a look and winked.

You take your seat as he joins you, watching him assemble his pancakes with suspicious precision.

Teru always saved the best piece for last.

Today, it was a perfectly round, crispy-edged piece of pancake, glistening with butter and syrup.

He paused, a brief moment of self-satisfaction before he reached for his final, perfect bite.

You act quickly, fueled by pure impulse and chaos. Your fork darted out, staking your claim on the pristine pancake.

Meeting Teru's gaze as you took the bite, savoring the sweet, buttery perfection.

Teru froze, his own fork hanging motionless in the air. A look of genuine, betrayal washed over his face.

"You did not just──" He gasped.

"I just did," you countered.

Before he could retaliate by stealing your bacon, Kou sighed loudly. "Teru-nii, (Y/N)-nee-chan, can't you two just eat? We're going to be late."

You froze mid-bite, bacon halfway to your mouth, while Teru's hand hovered over your plate like a predator calculating the perfect strike.

Teru shot you one last look of vengeance before simply taking a long sip of his juice instead.

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The chaos of breakfast becomes the even greater chaos of getting ready.

Giving way to the much higher stakes of the rush-hour commute.

Shoes flew across the hallway as you and Teru scrambled to get ready, hair sticking up at odd angles and socks mismatched from the chaos.

Teru's uniform was half on, one arm stuck while you yanked your bag over your shoulder and nearly tripped over the doormat.

"Move, move, move!" Kou's voice echoed behind you, utterly unimpressed by your clumsiness.

Tiara squealed in excitement, racing ahead like a tiny whirlwind of energy.

Teru cursed softly, tugging his tie into something resembling order while glancing at you.

You try to steady your hair with one hand, shove your phone into your bag with the other.

In perfect chaotic synchronization, the two of you bolted out the door, shoes finally on the right feet (mostly), hearts pounding from adrenaline and panic.

"See you later, Princess!"

"We'll be back, Tiara-chan!"

"Be good, Princess!"

Every step was a blur, every second a battle against the merciless clock.

The train wasn't going to wait──

You both made it to the platform just as the train pulled in.

It was packed.

Teru instinctively led you toward the doors, and the moment you stepped inside, you were enveloped by the pressing crowd.

You were immediately shoved deeper into the carriage, and Teru was forced directly in front of you.

He managed to angle himself, shielding you from the crushing press of other passengers.

He braces an arm beside your head, the other hand slipping subtly around your waist to keep you steady.

"You okay?," he whispered.

You inhaled sharply and nodded, catching the crisp scent of his uniform.

Meeting his eyes, usually so light and carefree, were fixed on yours with a serious, almost strained focus.

The tension only broke when the train hissed to a stop at your station.

Teru loosens his hold just enough to guide you through the exiting crowd, his hand lingering on your lower back.

Stepping onto the platform, the cool morning air brushes your face.

You take a deep breath, the warmth of his presence still lingering

He glances down at you, a faint smile touching his lips.

"See you at school, (Y/N)-san,"

"Looking forward to it," you reply, brushing your hand lightly against his.

He doesn't pull away.

He lets his fingers linger for just a moment longer.

And for a moment, the world feels perfectly still.

As he steps away, your hand still tingles from where his brushed against yours, and glances back at you one last time.

Mornings like this.

Are worth every little bit of chaos...

Because they end with him.

──────UH-OH

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What a crazy morning!