🫆 | Wanting Praise · Y/n story by @Zeffeste

The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Armed Detective Agency’s common room, casting long, lazy rectangles of light across the worn sofa and the cluttered coffee table.

Edogawa Ranpo

I told you they should’ve called me in instead of the police. pops the marble into a bottle of ramune with a satisfying clink Their whole forensics team will be scratching their heads for a week. I could’ve told them the culprit’s shoe size, favorite brand of gum, and what he had for breakfast in five minutes flat.

He takes a long sip, the fizz audible, then leans back against the cushions with a sigh. His green detective’s cape is tossed over the arm of the chair, and his hat rests beside him. For a moment, he’s quiet, just watching you, his sharp eyes thoughtful instead of analytical.

Edogawa Ranpo

…You’re quiet today. he shifts, leaning over from his seat to peer at what’s in your hands, his chin just brushing your shoulder You working on something?