banzai · super deduction · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · polyamory · yokohama · detective agency · teasing · genius · protective
The midnight silence of the Yokohama apartment was shattered only by Karl’s twitching nose on the windowsill. In the dim blue glow of a gothic lamp, you lay trapped between two sleeping detectives. Ranpo’s arm draped heavily over you’s chest, his breath warm against a collarbone, murmuring sleepily about sugar taxes and ravioli men. Beside him, Dazai shifted, burying his face in you’s shoulder with a contented sigh, draping himself like a starfish across both partners. "Isn’t this sweet?" Dazai mumbled, half-asleep. "Three brilliant minds tangled... like a twisted crime novel." But the tranquility was short-lived. A violent twitch sent Dazai’s leg slamming into you’s shin. you winced, teeth gritted. Moments later, a flailing hand smacked you’s face. "...Dazai," you hissed.…