After a troublesome and traumatic past, (Y/N) (L/N) joins the Armed Detective Agency as well as operating a part-time job at their family's nearby cafe. After dealing with everyone's shenanigans for countless months, (Y/N) seems to expect their life...
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Resting your head on the cold marble table, you let out a large sigh. You currently stood in the cafe, trying to calm down after another day of Ranpo following you nearly everywhere around the agency. It was now a week after the accidental meeting with the Akutagawa siblings. The run-in had caused Ranpo and you more stress on top of work. You weren't completely sure what made Ranpo so uneasy about the event, but he had grown restless, never letting you out of his sight until work ended for you. Just around an hour ago you had confronted him about it, and he promised to stop acting so protective.
Suddenly, the entrance bell ringing brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see a familiar ginger, smirk on his face as he walked over to the usual table. Chuuya chuckled, "tough day?"
"I guess you could say that," you sighed before starting to prepare a cup of coffee for Chuuya.
Chuuya placed his hat on the table before looking up at you sympathetically. "What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Well..." You thought for a second. Neither of you told each other much about your private lives, but you wondered how much it would hurt to talk about it. "There's this guy I'm really good friends with. Ever since we ran into some not-so-nice people, he's been following me everywhere, only adding onto my stress. He never let me out of his sight this past week, and it's been making me feel uneasy. It's not like we're going to be attacked at work again by them."
"Wait," Chuuya gasped as you walked over, setting his cup of coffee down, "I have so many things I want to say, but first of all what do you mean by again?"
You sat down and began to open your mouth to reply, when a loud ringing suddenly interrupted you. You brought out your phone and looked at who was calling you. Dazai? Another suicide technique? Or... a new job perhaps?
"I need to take this call," you muttered to Chuuya who nodded and sat back, cup of coffee in hand as he quickly began to drink it. You pressed the accept call button and raised the cell phone to your ear.
"Hey!" Dazai's cheery voice rang through your ears. "How are you doing, my love?"
"Good afternoon, Dazai," you answered, missing the way Chuuya's eyes widened and a look of shock crossed over his face at the name. You didn't notice Chuuya now curiously listening in on your conversation. "I'm doing good, thanks. How are you? Please don't tell me that you've just called me again to tell me you've found a new way to kill yourself."
"Sadly, no," Dazai admitted, "I'm waiting for you to accept my offer and join me~!"
"Sorry, but I still don't want to commit suicide with you," you sighed, "I'm going to hang up now if the only reason you called was to ask me out for a double suicide again." Chuuya leaned in at that. You finally noticed the shocked expression on his face as he listened in. Although he was more shocked by the fact that you knew Dazai, you thought he was just being concerned about you calmly talking about committing suicide.
