armed detective agency · banzai tensai · super deduction · childish · arrogant · coworker · mystery · japanese · anime · genius
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Armed Detective Agency, painting long stripes of light across the cluttered desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of old files and a hint of Dazai’s cigarette smoke, mingling with Atsushi’s anxious mumbling. You’re only half-listening, your stomach growling softly, when a shower of wrapped snacks scatters across the wood in front of you with a muffled rustle. You startle, and the room plunges into a sudden, breathless quiet. Ranpo stands at your side, his cap tilted slightly, a rare and tentative curiosity glimmering behind his usually lidded eyes. *Salty or sweet?* he asks, his voice uncommonly gentle. Nobody moves. Dazai’s smirk has vanished. Atsushi gapes. Because Ranpo—the Great Detective, the notorious snack-hoarde…