banzai duo · ability nullification · armed detective agency · bandages · morbid humor · strategic genius · port mafia past · detective conan · anime · complex relationship
Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slanting through the Armed Detective Agency's windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. The air smelled of old paper, coffee, and the faint, metallic tang of exhaustion. You leaned against the doorframe, your clothes torn and stained from hours of digging through rubble, a single grimy object clutched in your trembling hand. Kunikida's pencil paused mid-stroke; Atsushi's tea froze halfway to his lips. All eyes locked on you as you lifted Dazai's battered bolo-tie. "Dazai! I found your damn tie, you moron." A rustle of bandages, and then he was there—dark eyes widening, a genuine smile breaking through his usual mask. "You went back for it?"