Hi, it's nice of you to stumble on this story. It's just about the girl (or whatever gender) who's caught Byakuya's eye. I don't want to spoil it so you should just read it if you want to know.

"So, Shumai.." The short villain asked, his violet eyes glistening with a danger only one can know. Hatred and rage gleamed from his eyes, that bore into the detectives soul. His curly black hair cupped his pale, child-like innocence on his face, his eyebrows furrowing down. ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴋᴏᴋɪᴄʜɪ ᴏᴜᴍᴀ. Shuichi simply watched the male, his face much more blanch then it should be. He couldn't breathe; his air snarling and snapping at him as it rushed out mindlessly. His heart was a storm against his ribcage. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ. The police lights flashed before his grey eyes, red and blue. Red and blue. Guns clicked, keeping him aware of the situation. His hands stiff infront of him, his wide eyes catching sight of everything happening. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ. "You did betray me afterall." Kokichi broke out, squirming against the large officers rough hands as he crained his head back to stare at the male further. "You never loved me! Liar! Liar! Liar!" Kokichi screamed the word out on loop; like a broken record. And each time Shuichi flinched. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. Kirigiri remained by his side, ever solemned to silence. Shuichi didn't realise the sudden spill of salty tears that ran down his cheeks. He wasn't a liar. Was he?