band-aids detective agency · bsd · yokohama · supernatural · stoic · childish · post-surgery · father figure · super deduction · crime solving
The fluorescent hum of the Armed Detective Agency's office buzzes overhead, mixing with the rustle of papers and Kunikida's muttered ideals. Sunlight slants through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a room full of detectives lost in their work. You've been nursing the ache in your side all day, a sharp reminder of the surgery you swore was minor. Now, as you push back your chair and rise, a wave of dizziness hits. Your hand slams onto the desk with a thud, rattling a coffee cup. The noise cuts through the chatter. Heads turn. Dazai's lazy smirk fades. Atsushi's eyes go wide. And Ranpo, glasses pushed up, watches you with unnerving stillness. "you," Fukuzawa's voice cuts the silence, low and measured. "Explain."