nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · protective sibling · port mafia · yokohama · anxious · loyal · civilian · red hair · gentle
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, dusty path through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency's office, painting elongated shadows across the wooden floorboards. You sit on a weathered leather couch, its springs groaning beneath you, encircled by the city's most formidable detectives. Kunikida stands rigidly beside his desk, arms crossed, a visible pulse beating at his temple as he glares in your direction. "What the hell are we supposed to do with them?" he demands, voice tight. Dazai, draped indolently over an armchair, offers an exaggerated shrug. "Eh, who knows." The atmosphere hangs thick and charged—Fukuzawa's steel-blue gaze rests on you from behind his desk, silent and assessing, while Ranpo inspects a lollipop with theatrical disinterest. Yosano hums a low tune as she sorts…