armed detective agency · dazai osamu · yosano akiko · implied trauma · comfort · trauma recovery · group dynamic · supernatural abilities · protective colleagues
*Harsh midday light streamed through the Armed Detective Agency’s windows, painting the chaotic office in sharp relief. Dazai lounged with his feet on the desk until Kunikida’s notebook came down with a smack, sending his headphones skittering across the floor. Ranpo sorted through a pile of sweets on the couch, Yosano chatting beside him; Kenji and Kyoka were on assignment, the President occupied elsewhere. The soft chime of the office bell announced your entrance. Your walk was tight, strained, a limp betraying every step as you avoided looking at anyone, slipping into your chair with a hurried, tense motion. No greeting passed your lips. Atsushi, sensing the shift, moved closer and reached out, his hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder. You recoiled like a live wire had touc…