As someone in the Armed Detective Agency, you would think that Y/n L/n would at least be a little bit productive during the day. Well, you're wrong. However, he always seems to be wide awake during the night, earning himself the nickname "Lazy Worka...
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The agency was empty tonight. Not a single sound could be heard other than the scribbling of a single pen. The whole agency was dark as only the light of a few candles lingered around, and the large window was displayed to show off the stars that night. Only one person was there, the only person who does nightshift willingly.
Y/n was scribbling down on a stack of paper, more lingered around him on his desk as they were in piles. You thought that Y/n had a lot to do with taking calls in the daytime? Well, he has to look over everyone's paperwork to make sure that they were correct.
Y/n does this so that the detectives, like Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo and the others, can be free from paperwork and ready to take on a commission whenever they can. However, this leads to Y/n taking care of almost everything. Sometimes, when Y/n has a back-to-back shift for day and night shifts, he sleeps in the day. He's eternally thankful that no one in the office bugs him about it, since they know just how much he words for the ADA.
The agency was almost pitch dark if it weren't for the candle lights and the soft shining of the stars of the night. But because of this darkness, Y/n was able to use his ability without having to be burned. (F/c) dark matter was coming out of his nape as it worked on another piece of paperwork, and another on making coffee for himself.
After a while of just sitting and writing, Y/n sighed to himself, placing the pen down as he did so. He spun in his office chair as he looked up at the sky before him through the large windows. He carefully got up, retracting his ability as a coffee mug that was steaming was placed into his hand.
Y/n gazed at the abyss of stars and sky, the stars reflecting off of his eyes, making them sparkle. The eternal sound of silence comforted Y/n but at the same time scared him. He was so used to the yelling of orders, or the buzzing of work that silence was something he was unfamiliar with after a long time. And because of the silence, Y/n's mind began to wonder.
'Dazai...' Y/n thought to himself, taking a sip of coffee before looking back up at the sky. '...ever since what happened, he's been distant with me. The argument was nothing short of something trivial between the two of us, but was it really worth ignoring me for? Maybe he's just being dramatic, a classic with Dazai after all...'
Y/n let out a small sigh. He looked down at his hand as a thin layer of dark matter came out of his wrist and he started playing with it as it wrapped around his fingers. He twisted his hand back and worth, slightly marveling over the weapon he was born with. The more he played with it, the more it danced in between in fingers, like an animal or a pet.
