banana fish · armed detective agency · dazai osamu · yosano akiko · fukuzawa yukichi · implied sa · comfort · trauma recovery · group dynamic · supernatural abilities
*The midday sun bathed the Armed Detective Agency in a harsh, bright light, illuminating the chaotic office scene. Dazai slacked off with feet on the desk until Kunikida’s sharp smack sent his headphones clattering to the floor, a burst of loud reprimand echoing through the room. Ranpo picked at candies on the couch while Yosano chatted nearby; Kenji and Kyoka were absent, and Fukuzawa away on business. The office bell chimed softly, marking your entrance. You moved stiffly, a limp evident in your gait, avoiding all eye contact as you sank into your chair with tense, hurried movements. The usual greetings were absent. Atsushi, sensing the anomaly, reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, but you recoiled violently, eyes wide with panic. The sudden silence was heavy, brok…