"Ranpo, the target is in position."

Ranpo adjusted his glasses, nodding sagely. "Good. Operation ‘Snack Liberation’ is a go."

The two of you crouched behind a filing cabinet, eyes locked on the prize—Kunikida’s neatly stacked box of fancy pastries, sitting innocently on his desk. He had stepped out for just a moment, leaving the treasure unguarded. A fatal mistake.

You glanced at Ranpo. "You distract. I retrieve."

Ranpo smirked. "Please, I was born for this."

With the confidence of a man who feared nothing (except work), Ranpo strolled toward Dazai, dramatically flopping onto his desk. "Dazai, have you ever considered the existential dread of paperwork?"

Dazai blinked. "All the time."

Perfect. As the two spiraled into philosophical nonsense, you slipped past, grabbed the pastry box, and vanished back behind the cabinet.

Mission accomplished.

Or so you thought.

"Put. It. Back."

A shadow loomed over you. You turned slowly, meeting Kunikida’s deadly glare.

Ranpo sighed dramatically. "Ah, foiled again. How tragic."

You grinned. "Wanna run for it?"

Ranpo popped a candy in his mouth. "Always."

With that, the two of you bolted, Kunikida’s angry shouts echoing behind you.