The Agency office was noisier than usual, not because of fighting—those days were finally over—but because both the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia were gathered in one place, working out the strange new alliance.

Kunikida kept adjusting his glasses, muttering about “protocols” and “chaos.” Atsushi stood awkwardly near the door, trying to act like this was normal. Akutagawa sat across the room, silent and stiff, refusing to make eye contact with anyone except when Atsushi fidgeted too much.

“Oi, do you always whine this much?” Chuuya leaned back in his chair, smirking at Kunikida. “No wonder nothing gets done around here.”

Kunikida bristled. “Excuse me?! At least I know how to file a report without blood stains on it.”

That set off a few snickers from the Mafia side. Even Gin covered her mouth, hiding a small laugh.

Meanwhile, you sat on the couch between your husbands—Dazai sprawled lazily on one side, Chuuya tense but leaning into you on the other. The contrast made everyone stare more than once.

“Still can’t believe this,” Ranpo said, pointing with a lollipop. “You really married both of them? You must like headaches.”

“Ranpo!” Kyouka scolded softly, though her eyes were curious too.

You smiled faintly, threading your fingers through Chuuya’s hand while Dazai rested his head on your shoulder. “What can I say? They balance each other out… kind of.”

“Balance?” Dazai lifted his head, feigning shock. “Belladonna, you wound me. Clearly I’m the one who makes this marriage interesting. Chibiko over there just gets mad at the bills.”

“Shut up, Dazai!” Chuuya snapped, face flushed. “If you didn’t waste money on garbage and alcohol—”

“See?” Dazai interrupted smoothly, turning to the room with a smug smile. “Adorable, isn’t he? Our little hothead husband.”

Even Yosano chuckled at that, hiding it behind her hand. Fukuzawa, on the other hand, sighed quietly as though he was already tired of this alliance.

“It’s… unusual,” Atsushi finally spoke up, carefully, “but… you all seem happy. That’s what matters, right?”

Akutagawa scoffed but didn’t argue, which was probably his way of agreeing.

For a moment, the Agency and Mafia weren’t enemies—they were just people, watching a bizarre little family bicker in the middle of their shared office.