Chapter 8 || Ability

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A/N:  
this takes places about a week after the last chapter :)
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Previously:
(from the end of the smut chapter)
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"I love you, y/n."

You couldn't recall the last time you'd heard those sweet words.
You loved Ranpo to the moon and back, even more.
Then, sudden thought dawned on you:
It's been almost a week since you'd run out of your own house.
Nothing in the newspaper.
Nothing in the news.
But now, it didn't matter.
Ranpo was here for you, and he loved you more than you'd ever know.

"I love you too, Ranpo"

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"Don't be so scared, Miss y/n. It'll only hurt a lot", He said, with a sinister smirk.

He yelled something you couldn't quite hear.

'It sounded like...'Rashomon'?"

Just then, two long, black strands, with a red aura, shot at you from the darkness.

This must be the end...
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"FOR GODS SAKE, WAKE UP
Y/N!!!"

Jolting up in bed, you glanced over at an exasperated Ranpo.
"I've been trying to wake your ass up for 5 minutes!"

You flinched at his words.
'Ranpo's never sworn at me before...'

Out of all things, you laughed, finding the whole situation humorous, even proud of Ranpo for his usage of curse words.

Ranpo, on the other hand, found nothing about this situation funny.
"Come on, y/n-chan!! We're gonna be laaaaate!!" He practically screamed.

You sat up, getting out of bed.
Slipping on some shorts and a loose tank top, you walked down the hall to the bathroom to get ready.

"Ranpo, do I have enough time to shower?" You called, noticing your bed-head in the mirror.

"Whatever, y/n-chan, as long as we aren't lateeee!" Was the response you got.

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You stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around your body.

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Flashback:
"Welcome to the agency, both of you."

You smiled, genuinely exited for work, for once.

One setback, though:
You still hadn't figured out your ability.

Sure, there was that night in the warehouse when you'd created a shield to protect yourself from tiger-Atsushi.
But you didn't know exactly what your ability was, or what it was called.

That especially bothered you, considering everyone else knew their ability and how to use it, and you hadn't the slightest clue.

You put on some neat, yet still casual, work clothes, and followed Ranpo out the door~

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