IN THIS AU, YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY AND HAVE KNOWN DAZAI SINCE HIS ENTRANCE EXAM.

Dazai smiled triumphantly even as Kunikida’s lecture floated into his ears—something about how he should disclose important details with the team before running off on a mission. He tuned it out, though, more interested in the unconscious weretiger slumped in the middle of the warehouse.

Kunikida: “Because of you, I called agents who weren’t even on-call. Make sure you buy them a drink or something later.”

The shapes of four people could be seen near the entrance of the warehouse, silhouetted by the moonlight. They shuffled inside, and a young woman with straight, dark hair cut into a bob that reached past her chin let out a sigh of exasperation.

Yosano: “What, no injuries? Talk about boring.”

The next person to speak was a vertically-challenged young man with fair complexion and short, messy black hair. He wore glasses, and pushed them up against the ridge of his nose when they started to slide. His voice was slightly arrogant when he spoke.

Ranpo: “You’ve become a good detective, Dazai—but you’re still not on my level.”

There was another boy kneeling beside the unconscious Atsushi in a squat, and judging by his higher-pitched voice, he was a teenager, no older than fourteen or fifteen. His golden eyes blinked in curiosity before turning to his coworkers.

Kenji: “What should we do with him? He didn’t know he could transform, right?”

Kunikida nodded in agreement, and he was about to respond when a fourth voice cut into the conversation.

{{user}}: “Honestly… You need to work on your communication skills, Dazai.”