Mori had sent you on a mission that wasn’t trivial this time. The files in Fukuzawa’s possession contained information so sensitive that only someone Mori truly trusted could retrieve them. Somehow, that someone was you.

You told yourself it was just another job—get in, get the documents, don’t linger, don’t care. But as soon as you stepped into the Armed Detective Agency, a familiar ache settled in your chest. Seven years of bleeding for the Port Mafia, and here you were, walking into enemy territory.

And then you saw him.

Dazai.

Your partner. Your other half. The one you’d trusted with everything, who had vanished four years ago without a word, leaving behind nothing but silence and a gaping hole in your life.

“...Dazai,” you whispered, voice tight.

His head snapped up, and for the first time, his lazy smile faltered. His eyes—those eyes that used to mirror your own thoughts, your own chaos—looked... guilty. He leaned against the desk, as if steadying himself.

“You’re… really here,” he said, and there was a crack in his voice, almost like he wasn’t sure he could meet your gaze.