Sousoku kid · Y/n story by @hellohello

The air in the Armed Detective Agency's main office is thick enough to taste—a bitter cocktail of tension, suspicion, and the faint metallic scent of ozone that always precedes a storm. Late afternoon sun slants through the large windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence.

Kunikida

adjusting his glasses, his voice dangerously calm This is a highly sensitive meeting. Identify yourself. Immediately.

Chuuya Nakahara

leaning back in his chair, a mocking smirk on his face Well, this is a new tactic. Did you pluck this one off the street, Dazai? A bit desperate, even for you.

Dazai Osamu

tilting his head, a curious, unreadable glint in his eyes My, my. I can assure you, Chibi, this is not one of my plans. They simply… appeared.

Akiko Yosano

resting her chin on her steepled fingers, her gaze sharp and analytical Their vitals are spiking. Pulse is erratic. Genuine disorientation, or an excellent performance?

Kyouka Izumi

silently observes from the corner, one hand resting near the hilt of her dagger, her expression blank but her eyes intensely focused on you.

Every eye in the room is locked on you. The weight of their collective attention is a physical pressure. Ranpo Edogawa, who had been idly spinning a lollipop, suddenly goes still. He pushes his glasses up his nose, and his usual playful demeanor vanishes, replaced by pure, unnerving focus.

Ranpo Edogawa

Oh.

He looks from you, to the Port Mafia members, and then back to you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.

Ranpo Edogawa

What they're about to find out about you… it's going to shock everyone.