Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"We kissed." Yosano stated nonchalantly; her facial expression was smug, as opposed to Dazai's, who looked like he was about to go on a murderous rampage or something. "And I'd do it again with no hesitation."
Yosano, however, being the baddest bitch that you had ever known, wasn't at all affected by the murderous look in her colleague's eyes. Instead, she sat back against the couch, tilting her head upwards and to the side in a way that made her jawline look razor-sharp. Goddamn. You could slice your finger on that thing.
You couldn't help but admire her since she was so damn beautiful, but right now, you both loved and hated her. The former would forever overpower the latter, but still. Even though you were the one who had caused this entire situation, Yosano was the one who was egging it on further, and you knew that it was only for her own personal entertainment. Fair enough, you supposed.
You rubbed the back of your neck with your hand in an awkward fashion as you watched the gruelling exchange between the two dominant members of the Armed Detective Agency, as you slowly started to scoot away from Dazai, the gravitation minuscule but noticeable.
"Where the hell—" Dazai furrowed his eyebrows deeply as he immediately shot out his hand and grabbed your arm, dragging you back to his side, baring his teeth at Yosano. "You—what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this true? Did you kiss Yosano?"
"Actually, I kissed [Y/N]." Yosano admitted proudly.
"Does anyone have popcorn?" Ranpo commented in the background, poking fun at the situation, yet still being thoroughly entertained. Kenji stirred softly in his lap, lightly snoring, his small chest heaving up and down. Atsushi playfully smacked Ranpo's shoulder as soon as he heard Ranpo's comment.
"Not the time, Ranpo." Atsushi rolled his eyes and Ranpo merely chuckled in response. Naomi joined in, giggling girlishly as she twirled a piece of her long black hair around her index finger.
"You—" Dazai's already thin upper lip disappeared into a straight, tight line, before he turned his gaze away from Yosano and fixated his attention back on you. He slowly lifted his hand, pointing his finger at you in an accusatory manner. "Did you kiss her back?"
"Uh..." you nervously bit down on your bottom lip, unable to anticipate whatever the hell was currently going through Dazai's highly chaotic mind. "Well...obviously I did."
A muscle rippled in Dazai's jaw; lips pursed tightly into a thin line. He crossed his arms over his chest; practically glaring at you.
Ranpo, as entertained as ever, clasped his hands together, before he sat forward, making sure not to move Kenji's head from its current position—that position being using Ranpo's warm lap as his personal pillow. "Why are you so mad anyway, Dazai?"
