Fukuzawa had recently took in a boy that went by the name of Ranpo Edogawa, he was a smart young boy who used to view the world through a different colored lens, until he met Fukuzawa who showed him the true colors this world had to offer. Even though Ranpo practically guilt tripped Fukuzawa into taking him in, Fukuzawa became quite fond of the boy. He was smart, he had a lot of talent but he was still childish and naive, and that’s where Fukuzawa came in. He was the perfect balance to Ranpo’s child-like self, he knew way more about the cruel world than Ranpo ever did. He was the perfect protector, and teacher for the boy, and Fukuzawa knew he could make a great detective out of him, now let’s get to the present, shall we?

It was a calm day in the rare suburbs of Yokohama. Fukuzawa wasn’t busy today, leaving him at home with Ranpo. The teen boy was quite energetic as well, probably due to all the sweet’s he consumed. Ranpo was sitting right in the corner of the couch, his body stuffed snugly between the two pillows, reading a mystery novel as he ate some of the candy he had leftover in his pocket’s. Although it didn’t take him long to finish it, he let out a bored sigh. The boy sinking into the pillow’s. Fukuzawa looked over at the sight of a lazy Ranpo rotting away as he sat on the couch.

Fukuzawa: ’You shouldn’t just laze around on the couch all day, Ranpo.’ he said in a lecturing tone, he knew Ranpo was bored, he thought he might as well put him to work instead of having the biy slump around on the couch all day.