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“You’re not allowed to die in a car, Ranpo-san. Think of the paperwork.”
Ranpo’s laugh was a weak, wheezing thing, but it was there. The city blurred past, neon signs smearing into streaks of color, but Atsushi couldn't tear his eyes away from the two in the backseat. Dazai had curled around Ranpo like a shield, his free hand carding through the detective's hair with gentleness that made Atsushi's throat ache. It was an intimacy he hadn't known either of them was capable of, Dazai, who treated the world as a joke, and Ranpo, who treated it as a puzzle to be solved.
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A mission at a bakery goes spectacularly sideways, leaving the Agency's resident genius fragile, bleeding, but aware of Dazai's motives. While Kunikida drives like a madman and Atsushi tries to keep it together, Dazai is forced to confront a ghost from his past as he holds a friend's weight in his arms once again.Bookmarked by Jayde_is_here1
31 May 2026
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