How A Detective Found True Love

The Lovestruck Detective

Shikanoin Heizou, the internationally known detective stationed in Inazuma had a pretty relaxed life while he wasn't working. One of his main hobbies was Kickboxing because it helped him release his frustration from work. Compared to his relaxed home life his work life was very stressful and it felt like he never got a minute to himself while working, his co-workers say that he isn't always the easiest to get along with so they purposely give him a rough time to try and get him to quit. Though he has thought about quitting his current job to start his detective agency he hasn't yet found the courage to do so.

One day after work instead of heading home or to the local dojo to practice his kickboxing skills he had plans to meet up at a bar with a friend of his named Itto.

"You finally made it Heizou!" Itto said with a big smile, Itto was sitting at a table with two drinks one already half gone.

"Yes I did, I just had to finish some stuff up at work," Heizou replied with a tired voice.

"Overworking yourself as always I see..." Itto said with a little bit of a worried tone.

"No no... I'm just working a very in-depth case that requires a fair amount of overtime." Heizou replied while sitting down at the table across from Itto.

"That is quite literally overworking yourself," Itto said while lifting his cup of sake and drinking the rest.

"I don't wanna get lectured by the guy who is known for his bad ideas" Heizou picked up the other drink that was positioned in front of him and took a sip.

After a couple hours of talking, drinking, and catching up it was time to head home. Heizou didn't have much to drink because he knew he was a lightweight and didn't have someone to help him home, though he wished that he did. Once he got home he changed into his favorite pair of shorts and laid down in his bed. His mind was filled with thoughts about how life could be different if he had a significant other, how he could finally fall asleep with someone, and how he could finally cry on someone's shoulder.

He began to cry a little as he hugged one of his pillows tightly, he was all alone with no one to vent to, no one to tell him that he would be okay, and no one to tell him that he was loved.

"Beelzebul...why...why me..." He shoved his face into the pillow and let out a muffled scream.

After a minute of crying into his pillow, he removed his head to take a breath, he looked at the ceiling before feeling a heavy weight on his eyelids. He blinked a couple of times before closing them tightly and falling asleep.

To be continued...