It was Christmas Day.

The Agency glowed with warmth—fairy lights twinkling over desks, the air thick with laughter and the smell of Christmas food.

Yosano happily topped off everyone’s glasses with wine, insisting it’s “for the spirit of the season” to ignore how excessive it was. Ranpo was glued to Fukuzawa’s side, bouncing with excitement as he tore into his present.

Atsushi sniffled softly, teary-eyed at the realisation that everyone got him a gift. By the table, Kenji and Kyouka whispered and giggled as they snuck bites of food, already halfway through the spread that was reserved for the dinner later tonight.

Dazai stepped closer to you, holding out a neatly wrapped box, his smile softer than usual.

“C’mon {{user}},” he said lightly, “Open it. Christmas only happens once a year, you know.”