[Crossover] What Should a Kitty Do When It Wants a Kiss?

Matsunaga Azusa was an utterly ordinary angel employee in Poland. One day, he woke up to find that he had transmigrated. And not just anywhere: he had transmigrated into a detective mystery manga he had only heard about the day before, where the opposing sides were locked in a passionate battle of wits. Trusting his boss, Matsunaga Azusa figured that as long as someone noticed he was gone, they would definitely find a way to bring him back. The problem was that time might flow differently in the two worlds, so he started researching how to stay alive. First of all, he’d stay out of that damn main plot whenever possible. As long as I don’t get involved, nobody will pay me any mind. The liquor distillery is a pile of crap, not even a dog would go there. What’s this, someone who might be a coworker messaged me? Well, I’ve got nothing better to do. Might as well go check out the place he mentioned. What, that guy has silver hair? It’s fine. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. What, it really is Gin? Matsunaga Azusa: ... Matsunaga Azusa: Shit. * Working overtime at the distillery... As a wage slave, Matsunaga Azusa only got to visit an amusement park once in eight hundred years. Just as he was finally about to get on the Ferris wheel, he suddenly heard there was a bomb planted on it and everyone had to be evacuated immediately. Matsunaga Azusa: ? He immediately pulled out his laptop, hacked into the Japanese Public Security database, followed the criminal’s clues without wasting a second, and captured the guy. On his way back, he also witnessed a handsome black-haired man unilaterally beating up his childhood friend. Matsunaga Azusa: That handsome guy looks kind of familiar... Oh, it’s that cop I happened to rescue a few years ago, when he was trying to defuse a bomb without wearing a bomb suit. Matsunaga Azusa: I’m done. Is this thing where childhood friends like getting blown up contagious? The silver-haired assassin pressed a gun to his forehead. Matsunaga Azusa yawned as if nothing were wrong, took the gun by the barrel and moved it to his own chest, then boldly leaned in to press his cheek against the hair of the organization’s hardest worker. He didn’t quite make contact, but he left Bourbon standing there, dumbfounded. Matsunaga Azusa, with his cat-filter cranked all the way up: A kitty... A silver-haired kitty... After failing to pet the kitty, Matsunaga Azusa was assigned to train the newcomers by an enraged Gin (at least, that was how Matsunaga Azusa saw it). He turned around and found three bottles of whiskey. One was the blond guy from the cafe downstairs in the building next door, whom he’d just caught yesterday plotting how to take down the organization with a certain shrunken famous detective. One was a handsome guy with catlike eyes who looked almost exactly like a certain Public Security agent. He was probably the undercover agent who hadn’t been assigned a post after graduating from the police academy. Matsunaga Azusa was just about to remark that only one of the three wasn’t a spy, when he looked up and met the eyes of the remaining handsome black-haired man. He fell silent for a moment, then remembered that he might have seen an FBI agent who looked just like him while on a business trip abroad last year. ...As expected of you, Gin. * Matsunaga Azusa felt things starting to get weird. The white-haired, foul-mouthed kitty who chased him around every day for sweets started coming up with all sorts of ways to cling to him. The black-haired kitty with narrowed eyes waited outside his home. The busy blond kitty brought him desserts from time to time. The gentle blue-eyed kitty took the initiative to cuddle up to him and would occasionally send his childhood friend away. The black curly-haired kitty gritted his teeth and dragged him to the hospital when he got hurt. The long-haired black kitty smiled as he talked down a junior who was planning to give him a love letter. The short-haired black kitty actually invited him for a drink. And the cold silver-haired kitty made an exception and let him stroke his hair. Matsunaga Azusa: ... Matsunaga Azusa: Oh my god, heaven. Matsunaga Azusa (zi). The protagonist is gray on the outside, red or black on the inside (?), and psychologically leans more toward the red side, but his methods are more like the black side. The pairing is undecided. In the end, everyone will have a brotherly bond of socialist camaraderie. (You know what I mean.) The protagonist is an idiot with nothing but cat filters in his head. He likes cuddling, close physical contact, and good-looking people, but has no concept of romantic love. He’s a master of bold romantic lines and flirts without realizing it. It’s hard for him to notice when someone is taking advantage of him. He’s clever at work but a complete idiot when it comes to feelings. He doesn’t get angry easily and doesn’t care much about his own life (because his boss is the same way). Deep down, he’s a madman, an arrogant bastard who forces his ideals onto other people. (He knows it himself.) The story may differ from the synopsis. A crossover with Jujutsu Kaisen and Detective Conan. Other series may appear as the plot develops. Detective Conan is the main focus; Jujutsu Kaisen has very little presence!! Xiao Zi is not an ordinary person (in every sense of the word). #Nothing in this story is connected to real life. The characters’ values do not represent the author’s. If anything in this story makes you uncomfortable, please leave immediately to avoid further upset. I don’t mind what happens on other platforms, but please don’t post spoiler warnings in the comments!! If you have any complaints about this story, please blame the author, not the characters. Thank you!! (A little self-preservation.) Theme: What could a little kitty possibly do wrong?