(Y/n) was resting in an all-too-familiar futon when her eyes fluttered open. She felt surprisingly good for having used so much of her energy to use Malware on the Guild member after not using it for so long.She slowly sat up in her futon, but before she could lift her back fully, she heard someone shuffling up the stairs that lead to her bedroom-loft. She would be lying if she said she was hoping Dazai to be the one in her house, but she had forgotten about the Agency's current situation.
A familiar head of white hair slowly walked up the steps, and soon the entire form of a certain worried President was seen. In his hands were a tray with a teapot and two clay mugs that matched. Of course, he would bring her tea in that, he had bought (Y/n) this tea set as a housewarming gift years ago.
(Y/n) raised her hand up to the man as she smiled and asked, "Yo, what time is it?"
The old man scoffed before he said, "That's the first thing you want to ask me? You didn't have any other questions that were of more importance?"
(Y/n) sighed and sat straight up in her futon as the older gentleman kneeled down beside her and began to pour their tea.
"It's almost 5:30 PM. You've been sleeping for about six hours.
She scratched her head as she took in the man's words. She only slept for six hours after wasting that much energy using Malware?
Her mind raced with questions and it observed everything it could in her current situation to create a list of questions. However, two questions in particular were more important than the others.
Fukuzawa watched as the girl entered a thinking mode where she would just process the information she was able to gather in a short amount of time and create an amazingly accurate hypothesis. This ability of hers to analyze information made her a particularly strong information broker, but it made her an even stronger detective.
After a few moments passed, he decided to interrupt her deep thought by handing her a cup of tea before he said, "Careful, it's hot."
She only nodded before she asked, "I have two questions..."
He silently nodded before he took a sip of his own tea, silently asking the woman to continue with her queries.
"Uhm, what happened to Naomi and Haruno? I don't hear them here, so... are they alright?"
The older gentleman nodded before he said, "Dazai and Atsushi intercepted them, but it seems that Mori left a particularly dangerous Port Mafia member on their train to mess with us. I'm sure you've heard of Q from Dazai. Q is a boy with a particularly dangerous mind-controlling ability. He shows those who have hurt him their deepest fears, and it causes them to harm those around them. Dazai was there, so no one was hurt badly but Q did manage to turn Atsushi against Naomi and Haruno for a moment. They're all on their way here as we speak and should be here fairly soon."
(Y/n) sighed in relief as she heard the two girls were alright. She would have felt terrible if all of their efforts were for naught.
(Y/n) opened her eyes once more before she said, "My second question is... what happened to me that required Dr. Yosano's treatment? My near-constant headache is gone, and I used way to much of my ability to feel this well rested after only six hours of sleep. We both know I could easily have been out for an entire day. So, what happened to me?"
The President had a pained look on his face as he recalled the state you were in when Kunikida carried you into the makeshift Agency base. Your entire right arm was covered with scrapes and bruises. It was bent at a weird angle, and your hand looked like it was almost completely shattered. Your right ankle was in a similar condition. Up until your mid calf, your right ankle and the rest of your foot looked disfigured and had similar bruises and scrapes all over it.

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Fanfiction(Y/n) just wanted to live a peaceful life. Ever since an incident in her past, she herself scarred more than one way. But, with the help of a certain President at the Armed Detective Agency, she was able to get herself back on her feet. When she...