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...
TW: Cursing, Suicide, Alcohol SW: The Beauty Is Quiet Like a Stone Statue (Detective Boys) RI: Ranpo Edogawa, Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai
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"Also, I want to tell you one last thing before you go... be careful who you trust. You never know what dark secrets a seemingly innocent person may hide. be wary of everyone, especially those who won't tell you everything about them. For example, a customer of yours..."
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You should've carefully considered Ranpo's words more. Of course he was onto something. Of course he knew everyone's secrets including Chuuya's. Of course he was trying to warn you to protect you from this exact moment of shock, humiliation, hurt, and betrayal. You couldn't believe yourself for not noticing sooner. Now, you had to pay the price.
"Dazai, you piece of shit..." Chuuya clenched his teeth, knowing that you'd probably be too shocked by his presence at such an odd place to respond. "You knew there was multiple people in the Port Mafia who would make sure they wouldn't get hurt so you had no problem with roping them into whatever stupid plan you have."
CHUUYA NAKAHARA PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE ABILITY: UPON THE TAINTED SORROW LIKES: HATS, FIGHTS, BOOZE, MUSIC DISLIKES: OSAMU DAZAI
For a good minute everyone stood in awkward silence. Chuuya stood on the stairs, slightly leaning forward with one foot on a step lower than the step his other foot was on. His breathing was slightly uneven from running here, making it the only sound in the room. Dazai was just smirking. No one could tell what was going in his mind. You were slowly recovering from your shock, leaning forward in your chains.
"So... are you still going to tell me you're an accountant now? Who are you really, Chuuya Nakahara?"
Chuuya thought over his words for a second before responding. "Listen, I'm going to be honest with you here, (Y/N). I don't know a damn thing about accounting."
"That much was obvious, even back when I believed you were actually an accountant," you snorted, remembering how you thought his personality in no way suited his fake occupation.
Not knowing how else to respond, Chuuya anxiously chuckled. "I work for the Port Mafia. I'm an ability-using executive. My special ability manipulates the gravity of anything I touch. It's called Upon the Tainted Sorrow."
"He didn't lie about being an asshole though," Dazai joked.
"HEY!"
You glared at him for a second longer. The one person who you felt like you could trust had just betrayed you. Of course, as you glared at him, the weird feeling in your stomach returned once more, only getting worse. You quickly glanced at Dazai, hoping he could get you out of what would be utterly embarrassing.
As if Dazai could sense your discomfort through your eyes, he murmured, "they'd probably forgive you if you got them a bucket."
"A what? A bucket? Why?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest in confusion. He looked between Dazai and you, trying to understand what was going on. Only shortly after though he sighed and quickly walked up the stairs again only to return a few seconds after with a bucket.
