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"Here she is!" Yosano cheered as you waltzed into the lounge. It was starting to get pretty late. The clouds failed to blanket the sky, instead they were sporadic, chaotic in where they had chosen to be thick or sparse. In the gaps the sky had darkened; the clouds were no longer white or pale grey, instead they were blackened shadows that shifted with the wind. There were times they moved just enough to reveal the full moon, but for the most part this night was going to be without the benefit of her silvery light. "Our lady of the night."
You giggled lightly as you entered the lounge where most of the members of the Armed Detective Agency were currently hanging around, with the exception of a couple of people, of course. The first thing you did when you arrived back home was get changed out of your uncomfortable dress. You were now wearing an oversized jumper and a pair of black leggings with your hair loosely tied back into a low ponytail and your makeup off; nothing fancy, really. There were faint smudges of black near your eyes—residue from the thick mascara and heavy eyeliner you had worn earlier that you just couldn't be bothered to completely take off your face. Oh well, it didn't matter to you anyway. It wasn't like anyone cared about how you looked, especially at this time of night. You had a cup of warm hot chocolate in your left hand as you had taken a seat on the fluffy carpet that was spread over the hardwood floor. Across from you on the couch, Yosano, Junichiro and Naomi were slouched into the cushions; their shoulders were slumped and weary. This had been a pretty long night, after all.
Ranpo was sitting on the other couch, with Kenji resting his head on Ranpo's lap, the young boy on the verge of falling asleep at any given moment now. Ranpo ran his nimble fingers through Kenji's blonde hair, as Kenji parted his lips in a content sigh. Next to them sat Atsushi; he crossed one leg over the other in one smooth, elegant motion. Kyoka, Kunikida and the President decided that they were going to head to bed, so they were the only people who were not currently present in this room.
Dazai plopped himself down on the floor beside you, smiling cheekily as his gaze met yours. He noticed that there was a substantial amount of space between the two of you on this floor, and he didn't at all hesitate to grab your arm with his hand and pull you to his side. "Jesus [Y/N]. I don't bite."
You couldn't help but blush as you heard this; feeling the full extent of his closeness. It wasn't just that though, it was the fact that everyone was presently staring at you with watchful eyes.
"Yes you do." You whispered back, making sure that nobody else could hear you. You were referring to Dazai's antics in the bedroom, where he never once hesitated to leave multiple hickeys all over your torso, thighs and back—but never the neck.
Dazai chuckled darkly at this in response, "I know."
"Alright lovebirds." Yosano scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Don't forget that we're in the room too. Don't leave us out."
