My second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
The Armed Detective Agency office buzzed with its usual afternoon energy - that is to say, hardly any energy at all. Kunikida's frustrated sighs punctuated the air as he watched his partner, Osamu Dazai, balance a pencil on his nose while sprawled across his desk, important case files scattered beneath him like forgotten confetti.
Y/N approached Dazai's desk, her arms laden with yet another stack of paperwork that needed his attention. She couldn't help but notice how his dark hair fell across his face as he maintained perfect concentration on his pencil-balancing act. Even in such a ridiculous position, there was something undeniably attractive about him - not that she'd ever admit it aloud.
"Dazai-san," she called out, trying to sound stern despite the amused smile tugging at her lips. "These need to be completed by tomorrow morning."
The pencil clattered to the desk as Dazai's brown eyes shifted to her, a dramatic pout forming on his face. "Ah, Y/N-chan, you're so cruel! Don't you know paperwork is the leading cause of suicide attempts in Japan?"
"I'm quite certain that's not true," she replied, setting the stack down with a pointed thud.
"It could be! We should research it together." He sat up, leaning forward with that characteristic gleam in his eye. "Perhaps over dinner? I know this lovely bridge-"
"The paperwork, Dazai-san."
He flopped back in his chair, spinning it in lazy circles. "But it's so boring! Unless..." He stopped spinning, fixing her with a calculating look that made her heart skip a beat. "What would you be willing to do to ensure these papers get filed?"
Y/N crossed her arms, recognizing the dangerous territory she was entering. "What did you have in mind?"
A slow smirk spread across his face as he leaned forward, resting his sharp chin on his interlaced fingers. "There's this exclusive wine-tasting event tonight at the port. Join me, and I'll have all this paperwork done before morning."
"A date?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "That's your condition?"
"Is that so terrible?" He tilted his head, giving her the puppy-dog eyes that had probably worked on countless women before. "Just think - fine wine, good company, and all this tedious work completed without another complaint from me."
Y/N glanced at the mountain of paperwork, then back at Dazai's hopeful expression. She knew she should say no - getting personally involved with the agency's most notorious flirt was probably a terrible idea. And yet...
"Fine," she conceded, trying to ignore how his face lit up. "But if I show up tomorrow and this isn't done-"
"You wound me with your lack of faith!" He clutched his chest dramatically. "I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice - though you always do."
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At precisely seven o'clock, Y/N heard a knock at her door. She'd chosen an elegant dress that complemented her figure while remaining professional - no need to give Dazai any more encouragement than he already had. Opening the door, she found herself momentarily speechless.
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