#dear.diary

let me start by saying that i don't think rei would willingly look after a child, because other than conan he doesn't really see a point? not to mention, he knows he can't commit to fully looking after another person (i would imagine he barely manages with haro)

that doesn't mean he's not going to try, because furuya rei is a stubborn man who Will finish any task assigned to him.

he's horribly protective - some could argue overprotective, but could you really blame him? he's lost far too many people close to him, and he absolutely cannot lose you too. he's fussy and can helicopter you if he's not being careful, so you may have to tell him - he's not used to this, to looking after someone other than himself (not that he does a very good job of that either COUGH anyway).

he's fairly strict as a parent, though he's not unreasonable. there's quite a lot of house rules regarding police files and especially organisation files, and under no circumstances does he want you to read them. sometimes, though, he'll ask for your input on a case, he likes picking at your brain (and grinning cockily because he's solved the case already but he wants to see if you can also solve it).

speaking of the organisation, rei doesn't tell you about bourbon for a Very long time, if at all. he doesn't want you to know the much darker side of him (not to say that his psb side isn't dark either), but he would much rather keep you out of organisation business and he never mentions you to anyone else, not even vermouth (especially vermouth).

you and rei don't get to spend too much time together; with you at school and rei working three jobs, it becomes almost impossible for the two of you to at least spend dinner together. he apologises, he really does, god he wishes he could at least have a day off - the psb and poirot allow it, but the organisation unfortunately does not.

rei worries. he worries a lot. he doesn't mean to be controlling or come off as creepy or stalkerish ("but furuya-san this is a little different to haro's cams..." "kazami." "don't you think this is at least a little bit creepy..." "kazami, i need to keep an eye on them."), but for the first few months of you two living together, he installs cameras to keep an eye on you. he's worried, he's scared, he's not entirely sure why (it's just for the mission and he wants it to go well but there's something else there that he can't quite name).

he really tries his best to not be the father who went out to get milk and never returned, he wants to be present in your life, and he knows he shouldn't be making excuses, but it's hard. he's distant (he knows he shouldn't be), he's cold (it's only a mission, other than that he has no other obligation to look after you). but he tries. and he'll ultimately fail, because he comes to the realisation that he does, in fact, care about you.

he teaches you self-defence. he knows that he won't always be around to help you or protect you (if he could run to you in a heartbeat and do so he would, he swears), and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt. he doesn't want to hurt you too badly during training, but he is a very harsh and strict teacher, he's seen what happens to those who aren't careful and he doesn't want you to end up like them.

good luck trying to hide literally anything from him, because he Will find out. he studied in the academy, he's been undercover for many years now, he's a skilled detective, he knows when someone is lying, and he's incredibly observant: he knows your little habits and quirks and though he may not be quick to point them out initially, but he'll make mental notes and corner you. he's not too fond of asking indirectly or beating around the bush, he wants to know, and you trust him... right?

he takes you out on late night drives in his mazda when you're exhausted, it's a way for the two of you to connect and have some father-child bonding time. sure, maybe it'll be incredibly late when he comes back from work, and maybe it's not really the best idea to drive with your kid when you're maybe supposed to be in bed sleeping or reviewing footage and files, but hey, a few hours wouldn't hurt, right?

when you're of age, he'll teach you to drive. of course, he can be (a little) reckless when driving, teasing the speed limit occasionally flashbacks to m22, but he ensures that you do not break any laws because breaking laws is illegal and bad and he wants you to stay safe (he really doesn't want (or need, for that matter) a phone call from yumi about a lecture on road safety) and the last thing he needs is for you to be coming home with injuries or worse, for you to not come home at all).

sometimes, not always, but sometimes he'll (reluctantly) ask kazami to come over to babysit you (and haro). yes, he knows that you technically don't need a babysitter, that you're a little too old to have one, but he's not hearing it (he is, he just refuses to listen because he's stubborn like that).

rei rarely loses his temper with you, he tries to be as patient as possible - you're allowed to have your own secrets, to do your own thing, to be your own person - and he tries to give you as much freedom as possible, he tries to remember that you're your own person, and that he cannot be controlling in any way shape or form.

it takes him a Very long time, if at all, for him to mention anything regarding the other wps boys (especially hiro), and honestly he doesn't know if he wants to. he's hinted at them a few times, and he wonders sometimes how they would react now seeing him as a father figure in your life. and they've definitely influenced him in how he takes care of you. of course, maybe he'll be a little more willing to tell you about them and take you to their graves sometime when you're a little older.

boyfriend!sanada, who gets you a free ticket to each of his games, and gives you free merch of him (and his team). he knows he doesn't have to, but you're front seat, on his team's side. he gives you all the merch of his team: posters, plushies, keychains, signed editions, you name it, he's got it for you, free of charge.

boyfriend!sanada, who, despite his energetic nature, is earnest to you and keeps all of his promises. he prepares early, knows when he has his matches, and plans around them. if something were to come up last-minute, he lets you know and apologises profusely, promising to make it up to you in the next week or so, and he does.

boyfriend!sanada, who hates when you fight and does everything he can to return things to the way they were before. he's earnest, and he's not a liar, and he's not arrogant, but he's self-aware; if the fight started because of something he did, no matter how big or small, he'll own up to it. he'll approach you first, and maybe you were the one in the wrong, but he'll approach you first. he'll give you your space, of course, but he's antsy, and he can never go to sleep knowing you're mad at him.

boyfriend!sanada, who takes competitions between the two of you way too seriously. whether it's a video game, or who can complete the most chores between the two of you. he comes up with the corniest rewards and punishments ever, like banning kisses or hand-holding (he announces it to you proudly as if he's the announcer and he's announcing his team's new victory, but he caves within an hour and he's back at your side).

boyfriend!sanada, who teaches you how to play soccer. he teaches you the rules, he teaches you the positions, how to kick and how to goal, how the rules work, because if you're going to be his partner, you better know how to play his favourite game, or at the very least how it works.

boyfriend!sanada, who is so supportive of you and everything you do. he knows he's not a cheerleader (he's the one on the field, not cheering), but he's your number 1 cheerleader and no 1 fan in everything you do. he tries to learn as much as he can about your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, and tries to do them together with you, with varying degrees of success, and if he's not immediately good at it he'll pout and say of course you were better, you do this for a living, but he swells with pride whenever you bring up your achievements, listening so intently he's almost forgotten what he was doing before.

boyfriend!sanada, who keeps your secrets and holds them close to his chest. no matter how big or small, or how important or unimportant you deem it, he swears he won't tell a soul. he's got a good memory, so don't expect it to leave his mind anytime soon. find a piece of jewellery you mentioned liking in a magazine months ago? don't be surprised when he's saved up more than enough to buy it for you and gives it to you with a wide grin, watching your shocked expression.

boyfriend!sanada, who introduces you to his team shortly after you start dating, but doesn't tell the media. he's proud to have you as a partner, he wants the world to know who you are, to see how lucky he is. but he knows how the media can be, he knows how invasive they can be, and he knows that they'd want to know basically everything about you and the relationship, and he doesn't want that.

boyfriend!sanada, who is horrible with surprises but he tries. he's loud and he's energetic, and you pretend to not know what he's planning, but when he's nervous he rambles and he lets it slip accidentally, but he didn't say anything, okay? you didn't hear anything, he didn't say nothing, so act surprised when it's (officially) revealed. he's put as much of his effort as he can into this surprise, and he really hopes you like it.

boyfriend!sanada, who spams memes and posts to you at ungodly hours when he should be asleep, grinning to himself as you seem annoyed over text (he can never really tell) but one minute he's spamming you and you're reacting to every one of them, and the next you're on call together, you scolding him about being asleep (you're a goddamn hypocrite, but he loves you anyway) and he stays on call even after you fall asleep.

boyfriend!sanada, who is a firm believer in movie nights being the best cure for a bad day. whether it's a shitty sports drama that he huffs about and argues with the television about, or some horror movie that he definitely is not scared by, when either of you have a bad day he's pulling you next to him on the couch (ignoring each and every protest you have, if any) and you binge them together, hoping that by the time the movie marathon is over, either one of you is in a (slightly) better mood.

boyfriend!sanada, who always tries to make time for you between his hectic schedule. he understands that there's some things the two of you just Can't do without the media following or asking about during his next press meeting, but he tries, he doesn't need them getting up in his business and he definitely doesn't need them getting up in yours.

boyfriend!sanada, who gets jealous easily and glares at whoever you're talking to from a distance and stalks up to the two of you, (shitty) disguise and all, frowning as he wraps his arms protectively around you and dragging you off. he wants to know all about them, who are they to you, are you sure they were just asking for directions? they were looking at you a little too closely, and he didn't like the way you pointed out their cool shirt, and—

boyfriend!sanada, who doesn't know what to do when rumours start flying around about your relationship. all of his pr training goes out the window and he panics and oh god oh fuck what is he supposed to do, what is he supposed to say, anything that comes to mind only probably makes it worse, and he can practically hear his agent berating him. he calls you first, and you're calm, you sound calm, thank god you're calm, but he doesn't know what to do and he's panicking and he swears up and down that he didn't let it slip, he swore he didn't, and he's realising that panicking is probably maybe possibly (definitely) making it more suspicious. and now he has to figure out how to do this, but at least you're with him. and his team. he guesses. they better help him out on this.

boyfriend!sanada, who doesn't know when or how to officially announce your relationship to the public, but what better way to keep a ring in his shorts in a game? keeping it a secret from big osaka (they know anyway) and waiting nervously until after the game (his performance was only slightly affected by this), hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline and the nerves from winning his match (he's not sure which, maybe both) as he proposes to you. and when you ask him if he'd propose if the team lost, of course he would. (just maybe not in front of a stadium.)