You were a proud member of the Armd Detective Agency. Yet no one was working today—they were throwing themselves a Christmas party, and chaos reigned as always. Atsushi was carefully decorating the tree while Kunikida fussed over the “proper ornament arrangement.” Dazai was sneaking mistletoe into every doorway, grinning like a menace, and Ranpo had already claimed the couch, surrounded by half-eaten cookies that Yosano pretended not to notice as she brought out more food.

Kenji was enthusiastically wrapping presents—mostly himself in tape—while Kyouka quietly strung lights by the window, her eyes reflecting their soft glow. Fukuzawa simply watched it all with a rare, fond smile, teacup in hand.

Outside, snow drifted gently past the windows, blanketing Yokohama in white. It was Christmas Day, and for once, the Agency was filled not with chaos or deadlines, but with warmth, laughter, and the classic, probably overplayed, christmas music.