love is madness | kimetsu no yaiba (slow updates)

dawn °¦

cop/criminal au + Giyuu x Shinobu + slight (?) angst

Top-performing officer Tomioka gets infected with an incurable illness—sleep deprivation.

Word count: 2.2k words
Warning: unedited; mentions of violence and explicit language

i haven't written anything for almost three weeks because of writer's block and i had been so busy at work. T^T i am terribly sorry

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"So, got any information yet?"

The stack of papers lying down defenseless on the sideboard fell in a swift manner, scattered on the floor after one slightest nudge of a cellular phone placed beside it. Giyuu crouches down to pick up the sheets.

"None, besides the lead that you sent a couple of weeks ago."

He could make out a long sigh coming from the owner of the voice on speaker. He wasn't so sure whether it is a cue for him to give a reply, explaining his answer, or to just remain silent. A strong tug of his gut urged him to do the latter as he arranged the papers he gathered in hand.

"This is hopeless, Giyuu. We aren't advancing on the case at all. If we're to mess this up, we're done for."

The voice sounded as if its owner is pleading for the safety of their life. Giyuu remains unbothered. He calmly places the collected documents back to its original position, making sure he fixes every sheet that sticks out from the group. His eyesight is slowly betraying him as his vision doubles, his eyelids slowly trying to close. He needs sleep.

"You need to calm down, Murata. We still have plenty of time. There's no use fretting over it."

As he throws a shallow sense of comfort to the person on the other line, he starts unbuttoning his coat and hangs it along with his tie. He sets down the phone on the bathroom sink while putting it on speaker as he continues to listen to the voice while doing his evening routine.

"That's so easy for you to say because you're fully capable of doing whatever shit you can to survive. But what about me?"

Giyuu and Murata were in the same batch ever since high school. They went to the same university, undergone the same training, and were assigned to the same office, only that Murata joined around a year or two later than Giyuu. It took him a while to finally settle down a job that wouldn't cost him of having a boss trying to slit his throat every second of the day. Or so he thought.

"What about you?"

"Giyuu! You know I don't have the same brain cells as you do. I'm not that valuable to the team at all. I gotta ace on this one or I'm gonna get fired and become jobless for the rest of my life!"

"... Huh."

"Don't HUH me, Tomioka Giyuu! At least, say something! You're not being serious!"

"Save it, Murata. We're still early tomorrow. Go get some shut-eye instead of wasting the night away, whining like a baby."

"You insensitive as—"

And the line was dropped. Giyuu wasn't in the mood to make a commotion and disturb his neighbors at midnight. He made his way out of the bathroom and took a seat on his bed as soon as he felt the back of his knees hit the footboard.

"Your friend sure is noisy, isn't he?"

It was unlikely for Tomioka Giyuu to be this relaxed when dealing with an issue related to something as grave as murder, most especially when the murderer is right in front of him.