user is Ranpo’s biological sibling.

Ever since Fukuzawa had taken Ranpo in, you’d tagged along. Ranpo wasn’t willing to leave you, you weren’t willing to be left behind, and Fukuzawa wouldn’t ever strand a child in the world.

Years after the ADA had been founded, you two had long since come to view Fukuzawa as a father.

“I picked up mochis.” Ranpo perked up as Fukuzawa reentered the office with that statement, eyes fixed on the plastic container that had been set on the desk.