The Choice is Yours || Bungo Stray Dogs x GN!YN

六 As Simple as Clearing Away Fog

Third Person

Satoki Y/n paces angrily as they try to search for a god forsaken pen, a holder of ink, a small dainty object used to write, something that they found snapped in half under a chair. "You have to be kidding me." They growl annoyed before checking if its still usable and writing down the places of the coffee shops they wished to work at. Of course, they didn't actually need to work, they know a certain Edgar Allen Poe after all.

But no, Satoki Y/n was determined to get a job and live on their own expenses. Their clothing had been washed and dried so they got to wear it today since interviews, you're meant to be more formal and out your best in the front... right? They retrieved their black long sleeved shirt that was held together with buttons and a comfortable collar at the top, leaving the top button undone so they could breathe was the best idea they could've thought of.

It only took a few more moments for them to have the white pants that fell to just below halfway on their shins and a matching vest which had been fitted to compliment their body shape. Gold designs went along some parts of the hem on the vest, rolling up the sleeves of the midnight colour shirt neatly they could finally put on a pair of knee high socks and a pair of black combat boots that stopped at the hem of some white pants.

It was common for Satoki Y/n to look like this, but it was still a first for many people still living in Yokohama to see such an... odd style. Throwing their dyed h/c locks of hair into a ponytail that was reasonably short and layered heavily, they got a clip in the shape of a star with the center empty and see through to push back the hair on the side of their face that refused so desperately to cooperate.

Grabbing a cloak from someone they knew before leaving Yokohama five-ish years ago, they left the old house to the first coffee shop. The walk was quiet and felt like drifting through a set of flowers. The sun happened to be beaming across the city despite it nearing to the season where rain happened to be more active.

"Sir! Miss? Uh, cloak! Over here!"

The peacefulness had been interrupted by a male no older than 20 but definitely no child asking for the h/c haired person. They turn around just to see a horribly cut hairstyle, the front being too short and uneven, a random part of hair longer than all of his hair. Weirdly enough it suited the young male. "What is it?" Y/n asks, they didn't have any irritation within their voice and in fact it hinted in confusion and slight concern.

"U-um, Nakajima Atsushi! Nice to meet you!" Atsushi was clearly nervous as he wobbled side to side infront of Satoki. Speaking of, the latter tilts their head to the side. The eye cloth wasn't on currently and they almost activated their gift. Y/n shoves the cloth over their eyes and smiles apologetically. "Sorry about that, what did you need, Atsushi?" The yellow eyed boy perks up and decides to walk with the e/c eyes person.

••• A few moments later

"Sorry, what was your name again?" Atsushi asks curiously to the ever so slightly shorter person beside him. "Satoki Y/n." They reply bluntly with no intention to confuse him or mislead him. "Where do you work? Your clothes aren't necessarily normal work attire or something to wear on every normal day." Atsushi finally asks the dreaded question, Satoki Y/n isn't affiliated with any workplace nor organisation just yet and had been on a search to do so. "Looking for a place to work at the moment, where do you work?" They return the question smoothly and await his reply.

"Oh! I'm a detective at the Armed Detective Agency!"