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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[4.9-10]
-The Placebo Hero-
"Theres nothing worse than losing control over yourself"
[Agency Office:Three Years Ago]
Yosano tensely stared at the woman. Head tilted down with an eyepatch stuck to her orbital bone. A familiar darkness swimming in her swirled pupil, one that only Mori could instill. Fists tightening she gulps thickly; her head rising to make eye contact. Unintentionally stepping back gathering Kunikida's attention.
"I don't think her place is here." Her voice echoed in her own ears, glare pulling at her eyes. "What if she used it on-"
"I would never use it on Kunikida." Voice shaky and sullen. "When it's in use my eyes glow, and the recipient has a ring around their pupil."
A sheen of tears visible in her curling pupil. Yosano's fists shake. That haunting shadow almost standing behind the young woman.
"Still President, she is too dangerous to have around." The gripping fear of being under any control overriding her logic. "We can't possibly trust her ever."
"She could take over the agency in seconds!" Yosano explains sharply; watching Y/n curl into herself.
"What do you think Ranpo-san?" Fukuzawa's words brought dread into her stomach, turning to the detective.
"Let her prove herself" Ranpo kept his stare on her teary eye, a flicker of interest within his. "I don't think she has any intention to take over he Agency"
"Why not?" Yosano could hear the fearful desperation tainting her voice.
"I don't believe she even wants the ability herself, let alone allow herself to become somewhat of a monster in peoples eyes." He reasons, with a knowing glance at the doctor.
The conversation was like static to the rushing of blood in her ears missing what Fukuzawa or her said. Focusing on how Ranpo stepped up without a fear in the world, offering a hand to the eye patched woman. Thin scarred fingers sliding into his palm, shaking it stiffly. Flinching when he chuckles loudly.
Why...why would he trust someone like her?
...
[Agency Office: Two Years Ago]
There was tension in the silence; Ranpo hums lightheartedly as Y/n went to the candy store for him. Checking his phone impatiently every few minutes before heel clicks entered his ears, tilting his head up to Yosano who stood with a mild glare, but he could see the insecurity lying beneath it.
"You know." Ranpo spoke before she could. "This fearful attitude you force on her is affecting everyone else."
"I'm just cautious" Yosano huffs, "she's one of his little toys, and that ability..."
