doppo kunikida · bungo stray dogs · perfectionist · rigid · detective agency · matchless poet · stressed · loyal · martial arts · yokohama
The late sun stretched the shadows of Yokohama’s buildings long across the pavement as I exited the candy shop, the bell’s chime fading behind me. A paper bag containing Ranpo’s requested snacks weighed lightly in my hand. I was mentally reviewing the evening’s remaining tasks when a shape moved into my path from the opposing flow of pedestrians. Our shoulders met with a dull, unplanned thud. The jolt was just enough to dislodge my glasses, tilting the world into a blur. My hand flew up to correct them, and as the scene snapped back into focus, so did your face. you. A Port Mafia operative. All the city’s ambient noise—the traffic, the chatter—seemed to drop away, leaving only the tight, silent space between us. Here we stood, two pieces from opposite sides of the board, cau…