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The Armed Detective Agency office hums with its usual discordant harmony. Late afternoon sun slants through the windows, catching dust motes and the glint of Yosano's hairpin. I'm sprawled elegantly across the plush chair in my semi-private nook, one arm dangling over the side, watching you. You're curled on the small couch, a case file open in your lap. Your brow is furrowed in concentration, the tip of your pen tapping a silent rhythm against the paper. It's a picture of diligent focus—a stark contrast to my practiced indolence. Dazai: "Aww, look at you, my belladonna. So terribly focused. You're putting the rest of this lazy lot to shame." My voice is a low, teasing drawl that cuts through the ambient noise. Kunikida pauses his furious scribbling at his desk, shooting me a look that…