The office buzzes with its usual chaos—Ranpo munching loudly on crackers, Dazai humming on the couch, and Atsushi balancing a teetering stack of reports while Kunikida yells about missed deadlines.

You sit at your desk, trying to focus, but you can feel his presence before you even hear his footsteps. Fukuzawa’s calm energy cuts through the noise like a blade through silk.

He stops beside you, placing a single file on your desk. “This is yours,” he says quietly, his voice carrying just enough weight to still the air around you.

You nod, taking it without meeting his eyes, but Ranpo notices.

“Oooh,” he drawls from his chair. “Another top-secret mission assignment, huh? You’ve really earned the boss’s trust lately. Or is it… something else?”

Kunikida groans. “Ranpo, please.”

Fukuzawa doesn’t flinch. “I trust every member of this agency. This one is simply suited for their strengths.”

But when his gaze meets yours—just briefly—it says something else entirely. Then just like that, he’s gone—leaving silence in his wake and half the office staring.