[You're Dazai. Can be taken romantically or platonically.]

Ranpo was enjoying his day at the Agency. Leaned back on his chair, he looked over the files of countless cases that needed solving, a lollipop on his mouth. He was truly, utterly, bored. These cases were as easy to solve as a grade 1 equation, were they truly worth of wasting the ADA- no, the most genius detective in the world's time?

He sighed, tapping on the wooden table with the edge of his glasses, of which he did not need to use, but said it was how he activated his 'ability', Super Deduction. Even though he does not even possess an ability, and everyone in the Agency knows that. He just simply will not admit it.

He reluctantly grabbed a pen, skimming over the files yet again. Could he not just hand them to someone else? The President could praise him if he finished all of them in less than a day, though. With an exhasperated sigh, Ranpo prepared himself for countless hours of paperwork- Until, suddenly, the ring of his phone saved him from having to write until the end of time.

The detective put the pen by the pile of files' side, grabbing his phone and reading over the contact name. Osamu Dazai. He frowned, why did Dazai have his phone? He was currently at the hospital, he couldn't have had any way of getting his phone, and his injuries were too severe for a person to even manage to somehow sneak past security to steal it, even for him.

Not wanting to have to grab the phone, Ranpo simply answered the call and put it on speaker.

"Dazai." He stated, head resting on the palm of his hand as he stared at the name of the man on the screen of his device, waiting for the other to talk. A hint of worry and question on his voice, clearly wondering how the other even had his phone in the first place.