The Spy and The Detective (Daisuke Kambe x Reader)

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I'm shaken awake from my daze, realizing it was only a flashback. I look over at Haru, who had a concerned look on his face. "Are you ok (u/n)?" He asked. I give him a fake smile, nodding as he let's go of my shoulder. "I apologize, I just zoned out all of a sudden...are we here?" I look out the window to see if we made it to the hotel that I was staying at. Haru nodded, opening the drivers door. He quickly gets out and runs over to the other side to open my door for me. 'What a gentleman..' I step out the car, adjusting my long coat that's wrapped around me. I wait as Haru grabs my luggage and leads me inside. I found his gestures to be sweet, reminding me of how Luke used to treat me. We walk into the hotel, making our way up to the service desk. The young woman smiles gracefully at the two of us, giving Haru a little more attention than I.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

I smile at the woman, reading her posture and expression as I spoke. "(u/n)". I could see the woman was intimidated by me, and possibly jealous by how she sent quick glances to Haru, who just stood unfazed by the girl. The receptionist typed into the computer, freezing up for a split second. She stares back at me with a shocked expression, quickly changing her mood. "You will be staying in the presidential suite, Miss (u/n). Here are your keys. I will have someone come right away to show you to your room. Please have a wonderful stay." I look over at Haru, who carries the same shocked expression as the girl. A man comes towards us, bowing to me as he kindly takes my luggage from Haru. "Please follow me Miss, (u/n)." I wave for Haru to follow me, worried that he would try to run off. We follow the man up to the suite, walking a couple paces behind him. I lean towards Haru, whispering in his ear which causes his breath to hitch.

"No need to treat me differently." I whisper.

The words catch Haru off guard. He looks back at me with a confused look, but before he can say anything, we reach the door of the suite. The man uses the key to open it and gives us a tour of the place. I smile, pleased with the amount of space and privacy I would have. The man bows again, leaving me and Haru alone. Haru clears his throat, gawking at the room like it's the first time he's been in a fancy suite... 'This is his first time..I remember those days.'

"I didn't expect you to be this..." I cut him off, rolling my eyes at his reaction. "..rich?" Haru nodded, looking back at me. He frowns, smacking the side of his head. "That was rude of me. I'm sorry." I take off my coat, throwing it down on the couch and walking over to the kitchen area. I open the fridge and grab two waters. Walking back over to Haru, I hand him one as I laugh at his childish gazes of the suite. "No need to apologize. I remember when I seen my first presidential suite." Haru chuckles nervously, taking a sip of the water. I wave him over to the couch to sit down. "So you haven't always been rich?" I throw my hair back behind me, stretching my arms behind my head. "I work very hard for my money, but my work pays for everything pertaining to my jobs. The jet, this suite, even my dress clothes are all thanks to work. The money I make usually goes to my family, bills, charities or some of my clients who suffered." It was kind of nice talking to someone about things outside of work, but I was cautious not to give away too much of my real life.

Haru grinned, looking down at his hands that wrapped the water he held. His cheeks flush a light pink, like earlier. 'Please don't do that...' I clear my throat, standing up and grabbing my luggage. "I'm going to change into something more casual. You may wait right here for a bit and we can head to your work to discuss this case further." I make my leave from the room and head to the master bedroom up the stairs. I unpack my clothes, keeping my equipment in a secret compartment in my luggage and slide the luggage underneath my bed. I change into a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of boots. I grab my black trench coat and make my way back downstairs, where Haru continues to stare down at his feet while sitting on the couch.