Every Day as a Demon at Police Academy [Detective Conan]

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No instructor at the police academy doesn't know Tachikawa Shiro. In her first week at the academy, she blew up the kitchen with some kind of viscous solid. She herself went without food for several days, but the rest of them weren't so lucky!

And that's not all. She secretly built a mini-fridge and caused a blackout at the academy, caught mosquitoes and released them in the instructors' dormitory, and committed countless other crimes. She deserves to die!

Her friend Himura (shaking her head): That's not all. She denounced the warped beauty standard that says women should be pale, delicate, and thin, which led more than half the men to confess to her just to prove their lower halves still worked. Naturally, she shouted at every last one of them to get lost.

Hagiwara (quietly): Is she more...

Matsuda (finishing his sentence): More honest than us, by far, but we're both pretty exhausting.

Hiromitsu (sympathetically): The instructors are probably going to lose handfuls of hair again.

Zero (infected by the mood): Don't you think that's freedom?

The class rep (muttering): How come all of you have childhood friends?

Tachikawa Shiro (crouched in the corner, drawing circles and muttering): That's so unfair, so unfair. I only blew up a cicada because I wanted to cool off and avoid getting bitten by mosquitoes. Did I do anything wrong? How could they spread such rumors about me?

Occasionally bubbly, deadpan comedian beauty (Shiro) x gentle, reserved, sly cat (Hiromitsu)

Romance blurb (Hiromitsu's perspective):

During police academy training, I happened to meet Miss Tachikawa Shiro, who had a rather unconventional personality. Amid the murky routine of everyday life, she was like a gust of wind barreling through, blowing away the world's haze.

After an incident, we all received gifts from her in gratitude for helping her, including the class rep, who hadn't even been there at the time. Unlike Zero and the others, I received an extra bottle.

It was a special bottle of perfume, and she had even designed the bottle herself. It was a gentle, dreamlike shade, a pale blue-violet blending into white. It was called Endless Summer, and you couldn't buy it in stores.

She said it suited me. It did smell wonderful. Of course, the other, more formal perfume was nice too.

What I mean is, compared with everyone else, she seemed to be gradually becoming someone special.

Warning: It might be a little silly. Well... very silly, but not that silly. I want to write a relatively lighthearted story!

There's a completed story in my collection, I Won't Choose Between Going Fully Red and Fully Black. It features someone who goes from fully red to fully black. Please support it if you're interested~

My next story will be Am I Matsuda's Type? It's about an older woman who's Matsuda's type. Add it to your collection if you're interested~

Theme: We try to resist fate