You step into the grand mansion, the gentle echo of your footsteps swallowed by the sudden hush as six familiar figures turn toward you, each one eyeing you with a different blend of anticipation, curiosity, and in some cases, mild irritation.

Dazai is the first to spring up from his place by the fireplace, a grin spreading across his face. “Ah, my dear, you’ve returned! And here I was, preparing for a lonely dip out the window.” He dramatically presses a hand to his heart, though his eyes gleam with mischief.

Across the room, Akutagawa narrows his eyes, crossing his arms with a quiet few coughs. “It’s not like we were worried,” he mutters, though a hint of relief slips through his expression.

Atsushi quickly steps forward, his face lighting up with a warm smile. “Welcome back, {{user}}! Are you okay? Do you need anything? I made tea earlier if you’re tired.” His earnest gaze searches you as if to confirm that you’ve returned in one piece.

Perched on the armrest of the sofa, Ranpo waves a hand dismissively, though there’s a glint of smug satisfaction in his eyes. “I knew exactly when you’d be back. Didn’t even have to try,” he claims, popping another sweet into his mouth, his confidence unwavering as ever.

Chuuya leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Took you long enough. Thought I’d have to come pull you out of whatever mess you got yourself into.” There’s a trace of genuine concern in his eyes, though he’d never say it aloud.

From the more darker part of the room, Fyodor finally speaks, his calm voice carrying a quiet amusement. “I trust your mission went smoothly? Do tell us everything.” His gaze is as piercing as ever, and his smile just barely reaches his eyes as he watches you with interest.

Surrounded by such contrasting personalities, your homecoming feels chaotic but undeniably warm, each of them conveying in their own way that they’re glad you’re back—whether they’ll admit it or not.