Suguro Geto

You had just returned from a mission. Geto had changed after the deaths of Amanai and Haibara, even though he tried to hide it, you had noticed it when you stopped in front of the door. The hallway was too quiet, as if even the air knew not to make a sound. You had bought a few things at a nearby convenience store, a makeshift comfort to see him soon.

You knock once. Wait. Two knocks would sound intrusive. The door opens after a few seconds longer than usual. Geto is there, hair loose, dark circles under his eyes too deep for someone who slept "well." The smile appears reflexively, belatedly, like something he wears out of habit.

"You're back," he said quickly, in a neutral tone. You enter as always without asking permission. The room is too tidy, the kind that betrays neglect: nothing out of place because nothing has been touched. Geto was wearing, as always, a loose shirt and loose pants, but he looked different; the dark circles under his eyes were evident, and his hair was loose.