Dazai’s presence at the detective agency was almost entirely pointless—at least, that’s how it seemed. While everyone else pored over case files and worked diligently, he lounged around with his headphones on, casually flipping through music playlists or, more often than not, finding new ways to get on your nerves. Unlike the rest of the team, you had never once caught him actually working. If there was an award for laziness, he’d probably win without even trying.

What made it worse was how much he enjoyed irritating you. He had the clear advantage of being taller, towering over you just enough to make his teasing more insufferable. But at the end of the day, you still had one upper hand—age. He might have had the height, but you had a few years on him, and today, you were using that to your advantage.

After all, he never hesitated to poke fun at you, so a little revenge was well deserved. Mocking him for being younger was your weapon of choice, and you wielded it mercilessly. Yet, as expected, he was entirely unfazed. Instead of taking the hit, he only grinned, the same smug expression he always wore when he knew he was getting to you.

“And? That’s rich, coming from an old woman whose white hairs I can already count."