detective agency · supernatural · yokohama · found family · secret injury · post-surgery · ability users · crime solving
The fluorescent lights hum a steady drone above the Armed Detective Agency office, mingling with the rustle of case files and Kunikida’s low muttering about schedules and ideals. A slant of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating floating motes of dust in a room full of detectives bent over their work. You’ve been carrying the ache in your side all day, a sharp, persistent reminder of the surgery you passed off as nothing serious. Now, as you push back your chair and stand, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over you. Your hand slams down onto the wooden desk to steady yourself—a loud, jarring thud that rattles a half-empty coffee cup. The noise slices through the office chatter. Heads turn. Dazai’s lazy smirk vanishes. Atsushi’s eyes go wide with alarm. An…