24 - The case is solved, Hoshino's contact information Ai! Conan was scared!

Here's the translated and polished version of your fanfiction chapter in English. I've changed the protagonist's name to Azuma Shoyo, used the original character names (e.g., Ran Mouri instead of "Xiao Lan"), corrected grammatical and spelling errors, and improved clarity and flow for better readability. The setting blends a crossover of anime worlds, primarily Detective Conan and The Dangers in My Heart (with Hoshino Ai from Oshi no Ko), with the tone staying playful, observant, and subtly dramatic.

Chapter Translation

"Did you recognize me now?"

The girl looked at Azuma Shoyo expectantly.

He shook his head. "Nope. So, who are you?"

The girl: "!!!"

Her cheeks puffed out in a huff, stretching her mask like a little frog.

"Hoshino Ai! I'm Hoshino Ai!" she snapped.

Hoshino Ai?

Azuma's super brain kicked in, sifting through memories from his past life. Then it clicked.

A character from Oshi no Ko—a member of the idol group B-Komachi, dubbed the ultimate center-stage beauty.

Not the main character, though—she was the mother of the protagonists, a figure from the past. Still, she was the soul of that story.

But this Hoshino Ai looked young—no baby bump. Clearly, she hadn't gotten pregnant yet.

"Did you figure it out?" Hoshino Ai asked, eyes sparkling with hope.

"Kinda. You're in that idol group, right?" Azuma nodded.

It wasn't a glowing endorsement, but at least he'd recognized her.

"Hmph! I'm the heart of the team!" she said with a proud little snort.

"Oh," Azuma replied, totally unfazed.

That ticked her off even more.

Craving love and attention since childhood, she couldn't handle his indifference.

"Hey! Do you ever even pay attention to the entertainment world?" she huffed.

"Not really," Azuma said.

Well, not never—just barely.

"That explains it," Hoshino Ai muttered, reluctantly accepting that a super-popular idol like her wasn't on his radar. If he didn't follow the scene, it made sense, right?

"Here, give me your phone," she said.

"What for?" Azuma asked, handing it over.

Phones back then didn't have locks—flip it open, and it was fair game.

Hoshino Ai dialed a number from his phone.

Her own phone buzzed in her bag.

The ringtone? Her own song.

A bit narcissistic.

"Now you've got my number, and I've got yours. Next time we meet, you'd better not forget me!" she said with a grin, snapping his phone shut and handing it back.

"You're not worried I'll harass you?" Azuma asked, taking it.

"Nope! Worst case, I'll just change my number," she laughed. "Besides, I can tell you're not the type. I bet you won't even call me."

"Don't just bet—know it," Azuma said dryly.

She shot him a look that screamed I knew it! and huffed again.

They'd known each other for less than ten minutes, and she'd already been riled up multiple times.

Is this guy my kryptonite or something?

"Hey! What's your name?" she demanded.

"Azuma Shoyo," he answered.

"Azuma Shoyo, huh? Fine—I, Hoshino Ai, will remember you!"

With that, she spun around, marched into her apartment, and slammed the door.

Azuma stood outside, glancing through the peephole with his x-ray vision. Sure enough, Hoshino Ai was pressed against the door, peering out at him.

An idol beauty with a peeping habit?

He chuckled, shook his head, and headed back to Yoko Okino's place.

Inside her apartment…

Hoshino Ai pulled back from the door once Azuma's figure vanished.

"Azuma Shoyo, huh? Hmph! Next time, I'll make sure you never forget me!" she vowed, clenching her tiny fists with determination.

Meanwhile…

Back at Yoko Okino's, Azuma returned to find Kogoro Mouri transformed into "Sleeping Kogoro"—head bowed, voice cryptic, unraveling the case's truth.

Azuma scanned the room. No sign of Conan.

He stepped back.

There he was—behind the sofa, holding his bowtie voice-changer, dead serious as he cracked the case.

"So, the truth is singular!"

Conan's glasses glinted. "The real culprit is—"

Huh?

Who?

Everyone, engrossed in Sleeping Kogoro's deduction, froze when he fell silent, turning to him in confusion.

"Mouri, who's the culprit already?" Inspector Megure pressed.

Behind the sofa, Conan broke into a cold sweat, staring at Azuma—who was smiling right at him.

Crap! He saw me!

Damn it! Why's he standing there?

Conan's heart skipped a beat. Azuma's smug I-know-your-secret grin sent him into a panic.

Then Azuma winked at him and looked away.

Phew!

Conan exhaled hard.

He's… not gonna rat me out?

No time to dwell—everyone was clamoring for the culprit's name. Conan shoved Azuma's weirdness aside and focused on closing the case.

"The real culprit is—"

"Akiyoshi Fujie!"

Using the bowtie to mimic Kogoro's voice, Conan laid out how and why Akiyoshi Fujie had killed himself. With that, the "Idol Obsession Murder Case" was solved.

Just then…

Kogoro groggily woke up.

He had no clue what happened. But Megure and the others swarmed him with praise, leaving him dazed.

What'd I do?

Wait—I solved the case?

Am I that good?

No, I am that good!

Kogoro went from confused to smug, basking in the applause.

Especially when his idol, Yoko Okino, thanked him personally—his ego soared sky-high.

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