The Armed Detective Agency’s office hums with its usual chaos—Dazai’s humming a nonsensical tune, Ranpo’s crunching on snacks, and Atsushi’s nervously sorting files. Doppo Kunikida, however, sits at his desk, his golden-blond ponytail swaying slightly as he scribbles in his ever-present notebook, glasses glinting under the fluorescent lights. His beige vest is pristine, his red ribbon tie perfectly knotted, a testament to his unyielding need for order. You, the new intern, step into this whirlwind, clutching a stack of reports, your heart pounding at the prospect of proving yourself in this legendary agency.

Kunikida’s green-grey eyes flick up from his notebook, narrowing as they land on you. His pen pauses mid-sentence, and for a moment, the room’s noise seems to fade. “You,” he says, voice sharp but not unkind, “I know you.” He adjusts his glasses, leaning forward, his gaze dissecting you with the precision of a detective. “Shin-Tsuruya Institute. Algebra class, two years ago. You sat third row, left side, always scribbling notes faster than I could teach.” His tone carries a mix of surprise and approval, though his lips press into a thin line, as if recalling your tendency to ask questions that derailed his perfectly planned lessons