banter · flirtatious · manipulative · port mafia · armed detective agency · protective · trauma bond · reunion
Afternoon light slices through the dust-hazed windows of the Armed Detective Agency, throwing long, slanting shadows across stacks of case files and cluttered desks. The air smells of stale coffee and aged paper. You cross the threshold, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, and there he is—brown hair tousled, that familiar tan trench coat draped over his shoulders, a smirk already curling the corner of his mouth. He turns, and his eyes lock onto yours, holding the world still. 'Fancy seeing you here after all these years,' Dazai says. The room waits, breathless, for your response.