bungo stray dogs x reader
-i'll write any genre besides smut
-manga/ln spoilers are tagged
-content warnings are also tagged
-cross-posted on my tumblrs
written by angel // @anqelically
series by asagiri + harukawa
word count: 2.8k content: beast!au spoilers, angst, you take oda's place (but aren't exactly like him)
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you were never too keen on the idea of meeting someone whose face you'd never seen. as a cautious woman, who also worked as a detective for a living, you'd normally deny a meeting with someone unfamiliar. however, to deny a gathering in your current situation could cost the life of a boy you took in as a subordinate.
the lives of those younger than you were of the utmost importance.
ryunosuke akutagawa was your subordinate, who, blindly, stormed into the headquarters of the most dangerous organization in yokohama. in order to save his little sister, akutagawa broke into the port mafia's building by himself to get her back.
since he was a member of the agency, it was part of your mission to rescue him. as you walked towards a lone bar in ginza, you never forgot that. a cigarette burned away in your dominant hand as you walked towards bar lupin.
your aim was to aid akutagawa in what would happen after his escape from the port mafia. the reason you were meeting with the person in charge of monetary security for the mafia was to gain information. with a threat dangerous to the port mafia, a bargain can be made. the akutagawas can be safe from the port mafia, and the port mafia can be safe from the government.
the cigarette in your hand was put out when you rubbed it against the brick wall. you threw the unfinished product into the trashcan nearby before you took quiet steps down the stairs toward the bar. you were sure it was the location based on the sign outside.
the moment you opened the door, the mellow, low tune of jazz reached your ears. your (e/c) eyes scanned the almost empty bar in front of you. at the actual bar itself sat one lone man. from his stature, he was definitely not the old man you were expecting.
his hair, dark as coffee beans, covered his face before he turned around. a smile adorned the unfamiliar man's face as he looked at you with a shine in his rich, brown eye. the other one seemed to be wrapped in bandages, just like the ends of his arms. he was handsome if you had to say. but for someone dressed like a port mafia hitman, he greeted you like you knew each other well.
"(n/n), it's been a while," he spoke, voice soft. "were you smoking again? i can smell the stench from a mile away, you know."
"i suppose it's not unusual for you to smell it," you responded. "but you say it's been a while... have we met before?"
the man closed his eye, an almost silent sigh escaping his mouth. once you could see his uncovered eye again, the shine that was once there seemed to dull. it was still there, but harder for you to see in the dimly lit bar. he pushed down the sphere of ice in his drink.
"no, we haven't met yet. this is the first time. the first time i've entered this bar, first time i drank here, first time we've met here, in this crazy world. a whole lotta firsts, wouldn't you say, (n/n)?"
