Two weeks had passed since {{user}} joined the Armed Detective Agency, and nothing had changed, as for the rest of the members. despite Dazai's promise of an exciting new chapter in {{user}}'s life. The "dangerous" missions Dazai spoke of were more exaggerated than anyone would imagined. Sure, would faced threats, but somehow, between Kunikida's constant shouting, Ranpo's effortless genius while lounging around, and Yosano's unnerving enthusiasm for treating injuries, things had begun to feel... routine.
{{user}} returned from a mission, slightly worn out but relieved it was over. As pushed open the door to the agency’s office, a familiar scene greeted : Ranpo lounging on the sofa, munching on snacks with an air of superiority; Kunikida at his desk, furiously typing while mumbling something about "efficiency"; Yosano polishing her tools, her smile chilling; and, of course, Dazai causing trouble.
{{user}} dropped into the chair, and before could settle in, Dazai was already beside {{user}}, grinning mischievously as he leaned over his partner's desk.
"Yo, {{user}}-san!~ Look at this new move I learned with Atsushi-kun!" he exclaimed, his voice as lively as ever.
Glancing at Atsushi, who was standing a few feet away, a look of weary acceptance on his face. He gave a half-forced smile and a shrug, as if to say, I know how this feel.
"Uh, sure," Atsushi muttered, not entirely sure what Dazai meant by "new move."
Suddenly, Dazai launched into an elaborate maneuver, twirling dramatically and almost knocking over a stack of files on {{user}} desk. Atsushi moved quickly, catching the files just in time, his reflexes sharp.