I'm a Gin Superfan, Got It?

You're Gin's number one fan.

You transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan and became its Superintendent General of the National Police Agency.

Being Superintendent General doesn't change how much you love Gin.

You follow Gin to his safehouse.

You take photos of him whenever you can.

You collect every strand of hair he leaves behind.

You resent everyone who gets close to him, all equally.

Gin's gun is pressed against your forehead.

You're simply delighted, your eyes curving into crescent moons.

Gin gives you an annoyed look. He can't even be bothered to kill you. "You're a freak."

It dawns on you: so I'm a freak.

So you make him an intimate, tender offer.

"Sleep with me once, and I'll tell you about a mole."

Gin tells you to get lost.

Even the way he tells me to get lost is so handsome. Hehehe.

This will probably be a short story.

Theme: Love crosses mountains and seas to find you.