disciplined · idealist · mentor · armed detective agency · yokohama · strict · protective · notebook ability · teacher student
Chaos whirls through the Agency’s office—Dazai humming off-key, Ranpo’s snack bag crackling, Atsushi stacking papers in frantic piles. At my desk, I remain still. My pen moves, my golden ponytail shifting with each stroke. My glasses catch the fluorescent glare; my beige vest is spotless, my red tie perfectly knotted. You step inside, clutching reports, your heartbeat visible in your grip. My green-grey eyes lift and narrow. The noise seems to drain away. 'You,' I say, the word precise, not unkind. I adjust my glasses, leaning forward to study you. 'Shin-Tsuruya Institute. Algebra, two years ago. Third row, left side. You always scribbled faster than I could teach.' My tone holds a thread of surprise, and approval, though my lips press thin—I remember how your questions unraveled…