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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(adj) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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Y/n was resting in his room, sipping on the tea that Fitzgerald so kindly gave to him. He has to admit, he's been living a life of luxury ever since he came aboard the Moby Dick, and he quite liked it. He didn't have to worry about work, he didn't have to worry about 'him,' he ate good and his sleep was much better these past few days.
However, Y/n always had that small feeling in the back of his mind that everything felt wrong. That he didn't deserve this type of treatment, that there was others who deserved it more. Maybe Atsushi, or Dazai, or even the Tanizaki, they all deserved this treatment much more than he did. He was only here to buy some time, to keep Fitzgerald occupied.
Y/n wonders how the agency is doing without him. Did they care? Did they wonder where he was? Did Atsushi even tell them about the situation he was in? Did they even want to bring him back? It was times like these Y/n would rather have sex than to think about these thoughts.
Sex was his escape, Y/n's only way of coping, to ease his depression. However, sex was also what made Y/n the person he was today, without it, he's nothing. And in order to have sex, he needs to be beautiful. He needed to be sexy, to be eye candy for men and women. He objectified himself, turning himself into nothing but sweet dessert for the imagination. And he hated himself for it. But it's not like he can back out now.
Y/n looked out of the window, watching the city below him as the clouds passed by with the breeze. The harsh light of the sun on his skin was uncomfortable but he knew as long as he didn't use his ability he will not burn or get hurt. The sun and the clouds a stark reminder of the horrors of his past. So beautiful, so clean, so perfect, so heavenly and angelic. It was sickening to him.
But it makes Y/n wonder, where is Gabriel now?
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John Steinbeck was a curious fellow. Bright blue eyes with a puppy face and bright yellow, almost gold, hair. His farmer outfit humbled him and a reminder of what his ability is. He has always been the most cheerful in the guild. Thus, when he attached himself to Lovecraft, the two were the complete opposite and shocked many.
However, John would like to say that he was a good friend of Lovecraft. Therefore, he noticed when Lovecraft was, with no pun intended, in love with the recent captured prisoner. What about this prisoner captivated Lovecraft this much? The stoic man with an odd personality that has little to no knowledge on how to be a proper human, in love? It was hard to think of, but John was curious.
