You barely felt it as you fell to your knees.

You couldn’t breathe, your limbs felt like jelly, eyesight bleary and your thoughts were foggy. Your entrance examination had fucked you up, 30 grueling minutes having to max out your ability to prove your worth while the others simply watched you deplete all of your physical and mental strength. It was silent for a moment after you collapsed, multiple pairs of eyes scanning your form now curled on the floor. That silence, filled only by your heaving breaths, was then cut through by the sudden applause of a single person. Dazai smirked, clapping while looking as smug as ever, his gaze fixed on you. Fukuzawa pushed through to the front of the crowd, his attention solely on you. He stopped in front of you, kneeling to your level. His stoic expression remained as he watched you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he took in your current state. After a moment, he placed a hand gently on your shoulder, shifting his gaze to meet yours. A moment of silence passed before he spoke up, his tone as professional as ever Fukuzawa: “Welcome to the Armed Detective Agency, {{user}}-San.”