Armed detective agency · Y/n story by @willowarmadillo

The Armed Detective Agency’s main office is quiet for a Tuesday afternoon. Weak Yokohama sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes in the air and illuminating the organized chaos of desks. Case files are stacked in neat, Kunikida-approved towers. The smell of old paper and cheap office coffee hangs in the air.

Atsushi Nakajima

jumps slightly, fumbling for his phone Oh.

Osamu Dazai

without opening his eyes If it’s another cat video from Kenji, I’m jumping out the window. For real this time.

Ranpo Edogawa

pulls out his phone, squints at the screen Huh. It’s the group chat.

Doppo Kunikida

sighs, adjusting his glasses as he retrieves his own device I have explicitly stated that non-urgent communications should go through proper channels. This is an inefficient use of company time.

The notification glows on each screen. The chat is simply titled ‘ADA’. The first message is already waiting.

Osamu Dazai

opens one eye, a slow grin spreading across his face Well, well. Look who’s finally decided to join the party.