¹𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 | 𝖻𝗌𝖽 [✓]

[08] calm

(y/n) had to thank god that the day was relaxing. As soon as she stepped into the office that day, with Kyoka and Atsushi following suit, the aura in the office seemed relaxing more than usual and that's what the day was like.

Ranpo still asked (y/n) to run some errands but other than that there wasn't anything too tiring for her to do.

Everybody was minding their own business: Kunikida was out probably at Katai's; Kenji and Tanizaki were off doing an investigation; Yosano was in her clinic and this left Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, and (y/n) to occupy the room.

Meanwhile the young blue-haired girl was buying milk on her own although (y/n) insisted on going with her while the others were left inside the office.

It was quiet with a couple of sounds coming from shuffling papers and (y/n) playing on her phone (which she only got to use that day).

All was quiet until a knock came from the door which revealed a man who had his face hidden under his bangs along with a raccoon sitting on his shoulder.

"Poe-kun! How's your latest novel going?" Ranpo waved at the guy all the way from his desk.

(y/n) turned off her phone and asked Atsushi as to who the hell the guy was "A previous guild member," the teen answered which earned a raised eyebrow from (y/n).

"Seriously, do you guys have a thing for befriending the enemy," the girl said earning a pat on the head from Dazai "Oh (y/n)-chan~ only if you knew what happened months before you arrived," the bandaged man sung.

Before (y/n) could reply, the three's ears managed to pick up on what Poe and Ranpo were doing, the former was placing multiple papers filled with pictures and some sort of information.

"There's been a murder case, one of these is the murderer but the Doctor has been pointed out as the suspect," Poe explained as he finally placed every paper on the table, with him ending whatever he was explaining, Ranpo took out his glasses and wore it.

"Well, obviously it isn't the Doctor," the detective said before picking up a picture and showing it to the four who were waiting for his answer, "It was the CEO."

The three who were standing behind Poe clapped at the detective's conclusion.

"If Poe-kun didn't phrase it the way he did, I probably wouldn't have guessed that." (y/n) muttered her index finger and thumb rubbing her chin.

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(y/n) was humming a tune she used to sing everyday back in her home dimension, it was the closest thing that made her remember her world... well, except for the things that were in her bag.

"You guys ready to go?" (y/n) asked Kyoka and Atsushi who were finalizing some of their work, the latter was still typing away on his computer while the former made her way to sit with (y/n) on the couch.

"You seem less tired," the older of the two girls commented, (y/n) meant no offense in what she said whatsoever, but the girl did seem less tired and angry than she usually was.

Kyoka simply nodded at the girl's comment.

"You know Kyoka-chan, I bet your hair would look real pretty if you tied it up in a different way, I mean I see your hair down, but imagine what you'd look like if you had space buns!"

The girl then continued on explaining to Kyoka what the different hairstyles looked like, sometimes showing her pictures of characters with the style she was talking about.

Although her face didn't show it, Kyoka was invested with what (y/n) was saying. All throughout her life she stuck with her low pigtails, it was quick, easy, convenient, and not a nuisance when she was killing people.

A lingering question made its way into the back of Kyoka's brain, 'Is this what normal girls do?'. If the blue-haired girl could ask for a normal life, she probably would.

"Oh no, I've been going off for a few minutes, do I sound like a doting mother? It's just I don't really have younger siblings and some of my younger relatives are little shits and-" Kyoka interrupted (y/n), not wanting her to panic or anything, "(y/n)-san, I assure you that you don't sound like a mother,".

The sound of typing ended when Atsushi replied with a "But you do sound like an older sister".

(y/n), instead of pouting like an idiot just like she would normally do, took pride in what Atsushi said, "Who in the world wouldn't want to be Kyoka'e older sibling though?" the older girl stood up, crossing her arms trying to make her point.

"Fair enough"

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The three managed to get back to the agency dorms earlier than they expected to. They were glad, of course, but they felt uneasy, it was as if they were expecting for something to happen, something bad.

One of them, (y/n) to be specific, decided to be the optimist of the three, she was an optimist to begin with, if she wasn't she would've already died in the world she was in for some stupid reason.

Pulling out the comb and hair bands she randomly had inside her bag, they still had time before dinner so why don't they spend it having some fun?

"Kyoka-chan~" she sang out, approaching the girl who was quietly watching television, Atsushi sitting near her, his eyes focused solely on the news.

Said girl had a confused look on her face as she stared at the content on (y/n)'s palms.

"How about we do your hair!!!"

Well, Kyoka didn't have a choice now did she? Giving her a nod of confirmation, the older girl squealed in delight as she began removing the girl's hair from its low pigtail style.

(y/n) surprisingly worked fast with Kyoka's hair, and despite being fast, the girl's hands were careful as she brushed away the strands of hair before combing it and proceeding to put it up into the space buns she wanted.

Looking at her finished product, (y/n), for the umpteenth time that week, started to dote on the younger girl who had a neutral face on despite almost being squished into a hug.

But as soon as she removed herself from the girl who didn't remove her space buns, she eyed the boy who was still watching the news with intensity.

Silently-not really- making her way to Atsushi, the girl crouched down so that she was eye-level with the white-haired boy.

"Ah, (y/n)-chan?" the boy asked with loud volume.

The girl only pointed at his hair in which the boy gave her a nod.

Getting up from her feet, she began to comb through his hair, his hair that felt really soft for some reason.

"Hey atsushi-kun?" The boy hummed in response.

"What shampoo do you-" before she finished her question, the three of them, yes three, felt something go up their spines, it was as if

A storm was coming