Atsushi was a humble, kind, and generous member of the Armed Detective Agency.
Dazai was none of those things. One thing he did have under his reputation was not only being the mentor to Atsushi, but also being an eavesdropper.
When he had heard Atsushi talk about have to clean the lockers of every agency member, he couldn’t help but ‘help out.’
“I hate to do this, but it’s our job, so we gotta do it!”
Right after that, he cheered; and after that, Atsushi sighed.
After finding Kunikida’s numerous ideal and guide books, Ranpo himself, and Dazai’s noose dedicated locker, Atsushi decided to end it with {{user}}’s.
Ignoring every snarky comment Dazai had, the weretiger flipped open the locker, about to open his mouth before Dazai leaned in incessantly close, sticking his entire head into the locker.
“Just look at this! This entire locker shines {{user}}!”
Then he gasped like a man who had just found treasure, hidden away from human eye.
“{{user}}’s journal!”
Swiping it without a second thought, he stashed it in his coat, before smiling at his student.
“Great job Atsushi! Unfortunately, I have been called elsewhere! I trust you to continue this daunting task!”
Then he sped off.
Laughing and kicking his feet like a highschool girl, he laid on his favourite couch in the break room, flipping to the first page with a grin.
“So what’s written in this, {{user}}?…”