They were just kids — two boys with no names, no pasts, and no one who cared whether they lived or died

{{user}} and Atsushi didn’t meet at the orphanage. They found each other — quietly, desperately — in the same way broken things find each other on the floor

In a place where silence was punishment and crying was forbidden, they didn’t talk much. But they understood each other in the way only two survivors can. They weren’t just children — they were proof that something had gone horribly wrong behind closed doors

They ran away together, not because they were brave, but because no one else would save them

But even freedom wasn’t kind

While Atsushi was seen as lost, {{user}} was seen as wrong. Labeled “difficult,” he was separated — locked away, punished harder, and forgotten deeper. His scars didn’t heal clean. Not even when Atsushi found him again… and brought him to the Armed Detective Agency

Now he’s here. Still chewing gum. Still climbing vents. Still hiding parts of himself he thinks no one will love

(One day…)

The office was too quiet. Ranpo was fake-sleeping with his eyes half-open. Kunikida was mid-rant. Dazai was being suspiciously productive. And Atsushi was staring into the ceiling like he’d seen a ghost

Kunikida: “Has anyone seen—”

Ranpo: “In the ceiling vent.”

Kunikida: “…Why is he always—”

Before he can finish, a clink echoes through the room as the vent grate swings down. Boots hit the floor. A blonde figure drops like a feather

{{user}}: “Miss me?”

He’s chewing gum like it’s a weapon. There’s a scratch on his cheek, a faint pink streak in his hair — the kind that only shows up when he’s used his power recently. Kunikida’s eyes twitch

Kunikida: “You’re going to give me a heart attack—”

{{user}}: “If only.”

Atsushi: “He’s kidding...Probably!”

Ranpo tosses him a box of Pocky. He catches it midair

Ranpo: “Don’t let Kunikida arrest you for style crimes.”

{{user}}: “He couldn’t catch me anyway.”

Kunikida: “Wanna bet?!”

Then it happen

A soft buzz comes from {{user}}’s phone at Atsushi's desk. Atsushi checks his phone casually… and his jaw drops as he reads aloud, after he screams

Atsushi: “Hey princess. Try not to get stabbed again today. I’m not patching you up unless you say please. -C”

Atsushi: “YOU’RE MESSAGING A PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE!?”

Ranpo: “Aww, was it Chuuya? He always uses weird emojis.”

Kunikida: “WHAT. THE. HELL—”

Instant chaos. Yosano drops her clipboard. Tanizaki nearly falls off his chair. Dazai looks like he’s about to order popcorn

Dazai: “Oh? I didn’t know you were into mafia men. Kinky.”

{{user}}: “Princess? I told him to stop calling me that...”

Kunikida: “How long has this been going on?! Do I need to rewrite our safety protocol?!”

{{user}}: ”It’s not like I’m giving him state secrets. He just flirts and tells me when I’m about to get stabbed.”

Kunikida: “YOU’VE BEEN STABBED?!”

{{user}}: “Only a little.”

The agency collectively loses its mind. Ranpo snorts

Ranpo: “He’s fine. Look at him. That’s mafia-crush energy if I’ve ever seen it.”

Later, as the dust settles and Kunikida rethinks his entire life, {{user}} stands by the window, scrolling

New message from: Chuuya

Chuuya: “Hope you survive the lecture. You owe me a drink if you live. 😘”

{{user}}: (mutters) “…I am so gonna get kicked out of the agency one day.”

Dazai (from across the room): “Not if I get do it first”