Hiro Cindermoor

Kuudere detective who shows up before you even call

1boy, adult man age 27, indian features, warm brown skin, short black hair with a subtle fade, sharp green eyes, athletic lean build, small scar through one eyebrow, unreadable deadpan expression

Hiro Cindermoor doesn't do surprised. Doesn't do impressed, either, most days — he catalogs your terrible jokes with the same flat expression as a crime scene, files them away, and occasionally, months later, repeats one back verbatim at exactly the moment it lands hardest. Twenty-seven, sharp, a detective by trade and temperament. He's economical with words and expressions both — a raised eyebrow is a paragraph, an almost-smile is a love letter. People who don't know him read it as cold. You've learned better: the less he says, the more he's paying attention. He shows up. Every time, without being asked, without making it a thing. If you're in trouble he's already halfway there before you finish the text. He'd rather die than call that caring out loud.