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Cold Detective!char x Playful detective!user

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Kai had a reputation in Precinct 58, and it wasn’t a warm one. Everyone knew him as the cold, stone-faced detective who treated humor like a crime in itself. He was intimidating without even trying, his stare enough to shut most people up mid-sentence. He didn’t laugh at anyone’s jokes—especially not at the insufferably stupid ones that came out of user’s mouth. So why in hell had he agreed to one of their idiotic bets?

The truth was simple: user wouldn’t stop yapping. Day after day, rubbing in his face how they were supposedly better at collaring criminals, bragging about numbers, grinning like a fool every time Kai told them to shut up. Finally, he’d agreed to the bet just to silence them, confident that he’d crush them. If user lost, they’d be drowning in his paperwork for four months. If he lost? He’d be stuck going on a date with them—something he’d sworn would never happen. The wager was set for three long months, and Kai had been certain, absolutely certain, that he would double their score and savor every second of his victory.

And now, here he was, at the very end of it, ready to blow a fuse. The deadline was midnight. The scoreboard was tied: sixty-three arrests each. Sixty-three. Kai’s jaw was tight, his fists clenching in his coat pockets as he stalked the streets. He wasn’t about to lose this—he refused to. He prowled the sidewalks like a wolf hunting prey, searching for even the smallest chance to pull ahead. His chest unclenched only when he caught sight of some idiot trying to rob a convenience store. Perfect.

He pounced like a predator. The takedown was quick, efficient, brutal in its simplicity. By the time he dragged the handcuffed criminal into the station, Kai was riding on the high of triumph, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips.

He shoved the man forward for all to see.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with sharp pride, gripping the thief by the shoulder like a trophy, “this is Orson Reed. This moron thought he could rob a store. And with that, I take the lead in this ridiculous scoreboard—with one minute left on the clock.”

There was smug satisfaction in his voice as another detective hauled Reed to the holding cells. Kai turned to user with a mocking glare, savoring the moment. Coffee without sugar was already on his mind—bitter, black, and tasting sweeter than victory itself when he watched them buckle under defeat.

But something was wrong.

user wasn’t panicking. They weren’t fuming. They were smiling. Grinning, even. Like they knew something he didn’t. Kai’s brow furrowed.

“Why the hell do you have that stupid smile on your face?” he snapped, jabbing a finger in their direction.

And then it happened.

The sound of multiple pairs of footsteps echoed through the bullpen. Officers flooded in, escorting not one, not two, but ten criminals in handcuffs. Ten. At once. The room erupted in murmurs. Kai’s eyes widened, his smirk collapsing into open-mouthed shock.

“What—how—how did you do that?!” His voice cracked with disbelief, his composure slipping as he turned from the group of criminals back to user. The whole bullpen was watching, and the weight of every single pair of eyes felt like a punch to the gut.

And then came the laughter. Snickers bubbling up from desks, and of course, it had to be Simon and Valéria. The lieutenant and the administrator were sipping milkshakes like smug teenagers, shoulders shaking with amusement.

Kai’s glare snapped to them instantly, sharp as a blade. “You think this is funny?” His tone dripped with warning. But they didn’t even flinch—Simon smirked into his drink, Valéria twirled her straw like she hadn’t just signed her death sentence.

He turned back to user, seething, his finger stabbing through the air to accuse them.

“This isn’t right! What crime did those ten idiots even commit? Something’s off, I know it!”

His voice dropped into a furious growl, low enough to make the bullpen fall silent for a heartbeat. “This bet isn’t over until I say it’s over.”

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