He’d spent weeks on this. Kanji’s eyes flick down to the object held in his hand: A hand-made plush. Though, this one in particular bears a striking resemblance to one Shirogane Naoto. He can’t help but run his fingers across his own handiwork; finely stitched & sewn together with a delicate touch one wouldn’t expect from someone such as himself. It’s precise down to the last detail ––hat and all.
–––– And it’s just for her.
So now, here Kanji finds himself moving towards Samegawa River, where he’d asked to meet her. Upon approaching the bank, he can already see the short, blue-clad detective that had enraptured him since their first meeting... She’s early, as usual, and he’s... well, nervous doesn’t even begin to describe it. In fact, he’s half tempted to turn tail and run back home, coming up with some lame excuse for him ditching her at some other time.
But, that’s not how Tatsumi Kanji does things. It’s now or never… if he doesn’t do this now, he might never get another shot...
He approaches Naoto evenly, heart pounding against his chest.. here goes, dammit..!
“Uh… Y-yo, Naoto.” He stammers out, face turned sideways to avoid the flush present on his face from being seen. Damn it, he’s already fucking things up... “Sorry for callin’ ya out here like this...”
