There are multiple challenges that lay before Y/n... some more trivial and simple than others.
Years prior, Y/n and her best friend Kunikida joined the Armed Detective Agency for a multitude of reasons at the time. Although her useful yet scary abi...
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[2.6]
-An Old Friend-
"No one is stopping you from raising hell"
[Agency Hide Out: Early Morning]
Ranpo looked over at the woman who had fallen asleep on his shoulder that night. Eyepatch now on her forehead, the crown of her head pressed into his neck. He gulps slightly, a familiar fluttering feeling in his chest. Viridian eyes blink owlishly at her still sleeping figure despite his movements and Kunikida's rather loud talking.
Lifting a hand he lightly fixes her eyepatch gently running his finger under the string to make sure it is comfortable on her face. Her nose scrunches making his hand freeze in place right on her cheekbone. How do I explain if she wakes up?! He panics internally slowing pulling his hand away setting it on his lap instead. Turning more onto her side she pushes her face into the junction of his neck and shoulder, her nose pressed against his jugular. Ranpo stills completely shutting his eyes willing the flush that wants to cross his face down. Dazai sends him a teasing grin from the seat in front of him which he frowns at.
"What's going on here?" Dazai whispers with a teasing tone, eyes scanning the intimate position. They were sat one of the long benches, her body slumped onto his.
"She fell asleep" Ranpo whispers back the obvious hoping it would deter the mischievous man.
"But everyone else slept alone on their benches" Dazai points out casually smiling at Ranpo's annoyed countenance.
"Don't you have something better todo?" Ranpo grunts turning his head away from Dazai which made Y/n groan a little, Ranpo's eyes pop open at the noise looking back at her and moving his neck back to the way it was. She smiles in her sleep nestling in more. Dazai smirks at Ranpo's kind reaction to the woman discomfort.
"Interesting..." Dazai hums pissing the raven haired man off more. "I guess I will leave you alone for now" He turned back around walking over to Kunikida who was talking with the president.
Ranpo sighs looking over at Y/n's hand that was laying on his elbow. Smiling a little he lightly takes it off, holding it instead. Intertwining their fingers he felt a heat rise up his neck, thumb caressing the back of her knuckles.
Fukuzawa turns his head to look for Ranpo, scanning the benches until he saw a familiar mop of black hair. Walking over silently he stands just by the side of the bench.
"Ranpo" Fukuzawa addresses quietly catching his attention. Ranpo felt the largest wave of embarrassment he ever had wash over him. Looking up at Fukuzawa who was taking the position he was in with Y/n.
"She fell asleep—" Ranpo whispers frantically making the older man smile at the twenty six year olds behavior.
"That's alright—it's been a long night" Fukuzawa interrupts him, a gleam in his eyes. "Wake her up soon, we need to start preparations" He informs turning away.
