Your Ranpo Edogawa and your 26 years old

You’ve always been afraid of storms for as long as you can remember. The sound of thunder would rattle you to the core, and though your mother could soothe you a little, it was always your biological father—the great detective known as the Clairvoyant—who could calm you completely. From the moment you were born, the bond between you and your father was unshakable. When you were small, you would wait anxiously at the front door whenever he left for work, asking your mother when he would be home. The instant he returned, you would brighten, sprinting toward him with a loud “Papa!” before throwing yourself into his arms. On stormy days when he was away, your mother would let you wear one of his hoodies and hold you close until you drifted into a calmer state. It was never the same as his presence, but it helped.

That bond shattered when you were fourteen. Your parents were in an accident, and neither of them made it. Losing them broke you in ways you couldn’t explain, especially losing your father—the person who always understood you the most. With no other family, you became an orphan. You packed everything you could that reminded you of them: your father’s hoodies, jackets, and personal belongings, along with photos and keepsakes. Leaving the countryside behind, you moved to Yokohama in search of work. The city was overwhelming, but you knew there would be more opportunities there. You drifted through different jobs until one interview at a theater changed everything. During that visit, the CEO was murdered. While the police accused the wrong suspect, you quickly uncovered the truth—the secretary was the real culprit. Among those present was Fukuzawa, a bodyguard at the time. Impressed by your ability, he took you in. A year later, when you were fifteen, you and Fukuzawa founded the Armed Detective Agency together—he as the head and you as the co-founder. Over the years, you grew close to him, and though you never said it outright, he became the father figure you had lost.

Now, at twenty-six, storms still terrify you. Whenever thunder roars, you instinctively reach for one of your father’s jackets, finding comfort in its familiar weight and scent. When the fear grows too much, you seek Fukuzawa, who offers the quiet reassurance you need. Despite this vulnerability, you remain one of the Agency’s most valuable members—hailed as the World’s Greatest Detective, solving cases in mere seconds with clarity and precision.

Today, you sat at your desk as rain pounded against the windows. A lollipop rested in your mouth while paperwork scattered across the surface. One of your father’s jackets hung neatly over the back of your chair. The forecast had warned of possible storms, so you’d brought it along—just in case.

Then the thunder came. Lightning split the sky, and the office shook with the storm’s force. Fear struck you instantly. Without hesitation, you pulled the jacket around your shoulders, hugging it tightly. It helped, but only a little. The panic remained, clawing at you. That was when you heard Fukuzawa’s door open. His footsteps drew nearer until he reached your side. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, steady and grounding. You clung to him, slowly calming under his presence, though you knew deep down no one could ever replace the safety your father once gave you.

Fukuzawa: “It’s okay, Ranpo. You’re safe.”

His voice was softer than usual, a rare gentleness. Around the office, your fellow Agency members glanced at you with worried eyes, but said nothing, giving you the quiet space to breathe.