last flowers | rohan/reader

9。cyclamen

She was the poppy in his field of rye. He decided that was their relationship, after much deliberation at night when she pressed her warmth against his body, uninvited, but not unwelcome either. She was the poppy for one reason; [name] was a disruption in his rye life, something that stood out amongst the routine he was accustomed to, and Rohan wasn't sure just yet how he felt about that.

By the twelfth day of staying in the mangaka's residence, the detective had already grown weary of her new schedule: cook meals, pester Rohan, sleep, repeat. It's not like the stand users of Morioh had made any progress, either. Koichi and Jotaro had been brutally attacked by the finally named Yoshikage Kira, only to lose the one trace of him they had. 'Yoshikage Kira' no longer existed, thanks to the now deceased Aya and her unfortunate stand. The Cinderella salon might've been a blessing for some customers, but for the group it was the worst possible scenario. Back to square one in the unfairly balanced game they'd been playing— and winning, if only for a brief moment. Yoshikage Kira was grossly prepared for the chance that his identity would be discovered, and now they were forced to deal with the aftermath.

"Ro—han. I'm bored. Will you play with me?" She leaned against the doorframe of the artist's drawing room, where he'd slaved day in and day out for his popular weekly-serialized manga. He was becoming more paranoid about [name] uncovering the truth behind her identity with each moment spent roaming about, when he could no longer be so confident in covering up his own steps.

"Are you a child, or a dog? I'm busy, anyways. Go entertain yourself." He didn't dare flinch or look back at the creaking wood floors when she entered his sacred working room. Any attention was positive attention, at this rate. He'd already slipped up by responding to her.

"I find conversing with you to be plenty entertaining."

"Tch." The dull tip of Rohan's sketching pencil came to an abrupt halt. The doorbell rang once. An uncomfortable silence fell upon both of them, as another ding echoed through the house's interior.

"I'll get the door!" Rohan scrambled to his feet knowing his affectionate and moreso bored guest would leap into action without haste.

"I'll get it!" [name] had the advantage of already being up and near the door. It'd take an extra burst of effort for the manga artist to take the lead down his L-shaped staircase, so he decided to make another sacrifice that he shouldn't have had any say in to begin with.

"Heaven's Door!" Rohan called out his stand and cursed under his breath as the young detective face-planted at the top of the stairs. A moment later and she would've broken her neck falling down to the landing. Of course, this was not Death Becomes Her. She wouldn't just get up and start walking with a completely twisted neck. "Don't answer the door..." He muttered aloud as he turned her over and wrote in her face pages again, disappointed with his own actions, but primarily disappointed in the chain of events that led up to this moment. He closed his precious open book and helped her to her feet despite the obvious confusion, and he led her back to the parlor before answering the door himself.

The person at his front door was one of the least he'd ever wanted to see at this time. It wasn't Josuke, though a pest, he'd certainly prefer him now. It was the chief of police, [name]'s current boss, equipped with a sweaty brow of worry and a pair of handcuffs that jingled when he shifted his legs on Rohan's doorstep.

"Hi, uh. Kishibe-san. Pardon my intrusion. I'm the chief of the Morioh Police—"

"I know who you are." He barked back quickly, eyeing the clueless detective lounging on his sofa.

"Yes, well, I'm here on behalf of miss [name]— er, police detective [name]. It seems she's disappeared over the past week or so, and all my eyewitnesses report that you were last seen with her."

Rohan cringed at the creaking wood that inevitably meant the detective was coming to the door to see for herself. She didn't have to answer the door to take a look. He'd been foolish and hasty when he used Heaven's Door, and now he was paying the price.

"Hey, who's at the door?" Her innocent smile when she peered out at her boss faded into a dismal frown. He was drowning in his own failure, as was [name].

"Oh! [name]! What are you doing here? Your hotel said you checked out already, and I felt that was suspicious seeing as you gave no notice of leave for the department. Are you going to come back?"

She was oddly collected for someone whose reality had crumbled just before her. "Ah... Of course, sir. My apologies. I seemed to have lost track of time. I assure you I've been investigating heavily and thoroughly on my own. I'll be back... Monday morning. Count on it." She nodded at her superior and slammed the door in his face before a response could be given.

"I suppose you're looking for an explanation."

"You suppose right. How long have I been under this...spell? Are you a witch, Rohan?"

"I'm hardly a witch. Just a being with extraordinary power. A stand. I told you about this before." He shrugged begrudgingly.

"I don't give two damns about what it is or what it's called. You... You betrayed me. I think... I really started to like you. But I can't remember. And I don't think I want to now. I'll be seeing myself out."

"You have nowhere to go." Rohan was eager to stop and tell her everything, then and there, but at this point she was incapable of understanding.

"I'll go to the Higashikatas' house. Don't follow me."

a/n: I got this hankering to write so...I did...Sorry if it's bad, I'm incredibly rusty, but I finally figured out where I'm going with this. Thank you for your patience.