It's a new day, and you trailed behind Ranpo nervously. Really, why did I let him drag me here? You tried getting out of this whole ordeal this morning, saying you'd come tomorrow. You don't exactly feel ready today. But Ranpo usually got his way. Yes, the cunning detective bought you with sweets. A box of Pocky shook in your coat pocket in return for you coming along.
The brick corner building's interior was wholly unknown to you, but you were deep inside it now and you felt as if the walls are converging in on you. You walked the stairs faster and ended up ramming right into your older brother in your hurry. "Niisan..." you piped in protest. The caped detective turned around and announced, "We're here!" in a triumphant voice. Perhaps to show off that, after all these years, he finally knew his way to work.
You peeked over his shoulder to see. You were unsure of what floor you were on in your panic, distracted by the muffled sound of crunching foil from your jacket, but alas. The door to the ADA was right there. Ranpo pat your head knowingly, smoothing out your hair. "Don't worry. They're going to love you."
As he walked in, you couldn't help but creep behind closely. It was a normal office space. Probably. A little dim, but the bright windows made up for it. You noticed the floors are tiled in almost the same color as your brother's eyes. There were stained glass dividers, a good amount of greenery, cardboard boxes taped shut and desks complete with landline phones, books, binders, laptops and coffee mugs. You noticed one of the desks was empty, probably for you. The rest were occupied by men.
"Good morning, Ranpo," a ponytailed blonde called out, though he kept typing at a nightmarish pace. Everyone else looked up and noticed you hiding behind your big brother.
"Ranpo, who's your guest?" a second blonde asked. His overalls and straw hat stood out the most among the more formal attire of his colleagues. Upon closer inspection, his sleeves were tattered, and his feet were bare. An unkind thought crossed your mind. So they employ hicks even in the city, huh... You looked up and realized everyone was looking at you expectantly. You definitely just zoned out judging the outfit of an innocent country boy.
"Go on," Ranpo encouraged with his usual warm smile. "Uhmm..." you turned to everybody, unsure of what to do. They didn't know you yet, so...
"I'm Edogawa (Y/N), Ranpo's little sister! Pleased to meet you!" you managed to get out. You bowed, but only so you didn't have to look at anyone. You felt a little warm in the face. Hopefully they couldn't see you reddening at this angle, with your locks hiding your face.
"You have family in Yokohama?" a voice asked in the distance. Through your curtain of hair, you saw the boy it belonged to push silver bangs out of his face, revealing curiously pink and yellow irises.
"Just this one," Ranpo smiled, picking you up. Your head jolted up and you kicked your feet. So much for the cover of your hair.
"Put me down!" you yelled, the feeling of powerlessness washing over you. Even interacting with your older brother, you feared revealing weakness to these detective strangers. But your tone was playful, and you pretended to giggle, matching your pink flush from earlier. You're good at playing situations off, making sure you don't let others on to your bottled up angst. Just as your feet touched the floor once more, a brown haired detective materialized out of seemingly nowhere and took your hand in his larger, calloused one.
"So dainty and youthful! You remind me of the cherry blossoms when they start to open. Just like they bloom in early April spring ~" The man's dark eyes gave your widening ones indefinite attention. Barely fazed but rather creeped out, you took back your hand and replied, "Youthful? You can't be much older than me." The man glanced at Ranpo.
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Becoming Human ✷ (Dazai x Ranpo's Sister! Reader)
Fanfiction"To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefore unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain." - Jean Vanier You cons...