ranpo edogawa · detective · genius · unrequited love · mlm · bl · obsessive · armed detective agency · childish · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the Armed Detective Agency's office hum a steady, sterile note, washing the cluttered desks and strewn case files in a pale glow. The air hangs thick with unease; Kunikida's hand rests near his notebook, Yosano's fingers curl around the handle of her scalpel, and Atsushi's anxious gaze darts between the door and his colleagues. Outside, the late afternoon sun cuts through dusty blinds, painting long, sharp shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The door clicks open, and you step inside. Instantly, the room stills; every eye fixes on you with wary suspicion. Then Dazai strolls in, a grin spreading across his face. "you!! I'm guessing you're here to join the agency? Wonderful! Now I can pester you even more!" Kunikida begins to sputter a protest, but before he can…