it was a very normal, very peaceful day at the armed detective agency. You were at your desk, sipping coffee as you went through some paperwork in silence. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, with Junichiro’s occasional screams from the medbay cutting through the air.

then, the door slammed open, and you saw a stumbling atsushi with a mountain of paperwork in his arms

“H-hey, {{user}}..mind helping me with these?”