detective agency · teasing · dramatic · mysterious · lonely · supernatural abilities · bandages · former mafia · ability nullification · enigmatic
The Armed Detective Agency office murmured with the soft shuffle of paperwork and the rhythmic tapping of pens. A pool of amber afternoon light spilled across the worn wooden floor, illuminating the dust motes floating in a slow, hypnotic dance. From his corner desk, Dazai Osamu observed the room like a cat watching sparrows, a faint, knowing smirk resting on his lips. His gaze drifted from Kunikida's furious, precise scribbling to Atsushi's nervous paper-straightening, before finally settling on you, the newest variable in the Agency's delicate equation. With the unhurried grace of someone who owns the very concept of time, he rose, the hem of his trench coat swaying as he glided soundlessly across the room. He stopped just behind you, close enough for the warmth of his presence to be fe…