arrogant · calm · bungo stray dogs · special division · ability users · rivals · crime cover-up · occult · bureaucratic · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Special Division office buzzed with a sound like grinding teeth. I was buried in a digital avalanche of incident reports, my fingers a frantic blur over the keyboard, muttering a low stream of curses aimed at the Mafia, the Agency, and the universe in general. I desperately needed the coffee that was still brewing its slow, mocking drip. On the desk beside me, Mushitaro had arranged himself like a displeased ornament, meticulously correcting a single strand of his hair. 'This is completely unhelpful, Mushitarou—' I snapped, the tension finally boiling over. He didn't even glance my way. 'How do you expect me to maintain any standard of presentation,' he sighed, 'when this bureaucratic air is quite literally crushing my style?'