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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Emptiness. Disbelief. Puzzlement.
You now stood in the Armed Detective Agency alone with Kunikida and Atsushi, who were currently looking through a newspaper on the whole events from last night at the abandoned hospital. Although it was silent as Atsushi flipped through each page of the paper, your mind was racing at a million miles per hour.
What happened to Dazai? What was he thinking? What happened to Sasaki and how did all the men get there? Blood and death don't scare me, so why am I so scared of innocent people dying? Is it because they remind me all too well of the other people who went through the same shit I went through? ...Can I ever truly run away from my past?
"Victims of Yokhoma's recent serial abductions were located but all died when a private detective agency conducted a raid," Atsushi read aloud from the newspaper, bringing you out of your thoughts before muttering in disbelief, "they all... died."
"This must've been the enemy's objective," Kunikida declared.
Atsushi looked at him, face portraying a sort of grief. "You think that they set all of this up in order to frame the agency?"
Ignoring Atsushi's question, Kunikida remembered his partner's words the previous night and muttered, "despite what Dazai said, maybe it wasn't my time to shine"
Looking back at Kunikida, Atsushi began, "Mr. Kunikida..." But even he couldn't find the right words to comfort the idealist.
After exhaling a deep breath, Kunikida regained his usual serious expression and asked, "where's Miss Sasaki?"
"She should be in the Infirmary," Atsushi answered before turning to look at you. You had been silent the entire conversation, instead opting to fiddle with a cigarette Chuuya had offered you once under the strict rule that you wouldn't get more and develop an addiction. You knew he smoked whenever he got stressed, and you couldn't help but wonder if it could help you lower your stress. "(Y/N)," Atsushi said, bringing you out of your thoughts. He looked at you with a worried expression and asked, "are you okay?"
"Yeah," you responded, pocketing the cigarette for later use. "If anything, this change of events just makes me more determined to solve this case."
"Alright," Atsushi sighed, looking down. "I'm sorry for asking."
"Lets go check on Sasaki," you suggested, standing up to walk towards the Infirmary, Kunikida and Atsushi following closely behind you. As you neared the room though, you heard sounds you just realized you never wanted to hear: a girl laughing at Dazai's flirtatious jokes...
Once the three of you entered, Dazai and Sasaki turned their heads to you. "Hi," she said with a small smile, "thank you so much for saving me the other day. If you all hadn't come when you did, I'm sure I wouldn't be sitting here right now."
