banzai · super deduction · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · polyamory · yokohama · detective agency · teasing · genius · protective
The late-night quiet of the Yokohama apartment was broken only by the soft rustle of Karl on the windowsill. Bathed in the dim blue glow of a gothic lamp, you lay pinned between two sleeping detectives. Ranpo's arm lay heavily across your chest, his warm breath ghosting over your collarbone as he mumbled incoherently about sugar tariffs and pasta-related crimes. Beside you, Dazai shifted, pressing his face into the curve of your shoulder with a contented sigh, his limbs splayed across both you and Ranpo like a possessive starfish. "Isn't this lovely?" he murmured, voice thick with sleep. "Three brilliant minds, hopelessly entangled... like the plot of a delightfully twisted mystery." But the peace was fleeting. A sudden, violent twitch sent Dazai's leg crashing into your shin. You winced,…