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It wasn’t even an hour later when eight strangers made their way into the Armed Detective Agency.
The first to walk into the agency was a young brunette girl with chocolate-brown eyes, rosy cheeks, wearing a light pink blouse with a black tank top underneath, jean shorts, and pink running shoes.
Two boys flanked her from behind. One had bright red hair and eyes, an interesting scar on his forehead, Hanafuda earrings, and wore black uniform pants and a nice button-up shirt with a black-and-forest-green checkered haori, white kyahan tightly wrapped from ankle to mid-calf, and zōri sandals with dark straps.
The other boy had darker skin with pale stripe-like markings across his body. His eyes were mismatched—one blue and one purple—red eye liner and his curly black roots faded into blonde hair with red tips, tied back in a low twisty ponytail with a cyan ribbon. He wore a blue hoodie, green cargo pants, black-and-blue tennis shoes, and fingerless black gloves.
Following them was a girl with long black hair and light lilac eyes, wearing a gentle lavender hoodie, a pale beige undershirt and navy blue jean shorts, a navy blue pouch on her thigh, with open-toed sandal and ninja leg wraps, dragging in two other boys with her.
One had dark black hair with a blue headband, dark blue eyes, and wore a black turtleneck sleeveless shirt and black gym shorts with hand wraps, elbow and knee pads, and split-toe footwear.
The other was a more muscular, darker-skinned man with long curly hair in a low ponytail that puffed out. He wore a light-colored bandana and goggles around his neck, his eyes a dark gray. He had thick overalls with an open vest, dark green boots, a bag over his shoulder, a nose piercing, and with a blue and white striped arm band.
Lastly came in a young woman with long dark-purple hair in a loose braid that reached the end of her back, with bangs cupping her face and covering one eye. Her visible eye was a bloody magenta. She wore a black crop-top zip-up hoodie and a high-waisted red plaid skirt, gray leg warmers, and black combat boots.
And a boy with emerald green eyes, messy ash-blond hair, standing beside her, short in stature but muscular, wearing a plain white V-necked tunic under a dark blue jacket that goes to his elbows, matching dark blue knee-length pants, and boots. He has a black head band and a short black robe with gold trimming, a hood, and a Black Bulls insignia on the left side, along with a brown leather pouch strapped to his waist.
“Atsushi Nakajima!” the boy with red eyeliner yelled as he looked over the brunette girl’s head. “We’re here to kidnap you from work!” he added with a grin.
Atsushi stared at him in absolute bewilderment while the rest of the office looked at the group, tensing up at the stranger.
“Kidnap our little tiger?” Dazai questioned with a sharp smile, watching them.
The purple-haired girl sighed and made her way to the front of the group. “Forgive our rude entrance. This one here”—she elbowed the boy with the red liner—“said it couldn’t wait until after Atsushi got off work for us to visit.”
The weretiger facepalmed. “Blue, I had literally asked you to wait until after I got off work to come bother me.”
The boy—Blue—threw his arms up. “Well, excuse me! Our dear baby brother here has had a very hard week—him and everyone else in this group, including you—and I wasn’t about to deny the cinnamon roll the opportunity to see us as soon as possible. So forgive me for trying to be a good older brother,” he explained as he hugged the redhead.
“I’d hate to break it to you, Blue, but you can’t just walk into an armed detective agency and yell ‘I’m here to kidnap you, Atsushi Nakajima.’ he has already been kidnapped before—you’d think you’d know they wouldn’t take that as a joke,” the blue-headband boy said, scolding him.
Blue paused for a moment, thinking it over. “Normally, I would argue back, but… you’re not wrong.” He snapped his fingers. “Then correction to my earlier statement—we’re here to save Atsushi from work and steal him away for an afternoon hangout.”
“You still said steal,” the man with the armband adds.
Blue looks at him with betrayal. “Usopp! Are you playing devil’s advocate now, or are you trying to get your sorry ass teleported to Antarctica? I’m sure your clothes would be lovely for that weather.”
The man—Usopp—just bursts out laughing at the threat, while the redhead steps forward. “I am so sorry. I didn’t think he would grab all of us and drag us here. I’m so sorry, Atsushi. This is all my fault.”
Before anyone can react, Atsushi has the boy in a tight hug. “No, no, you’re okay, Tanjiro. I always have time for you,” he says before snapping at Blue and Usopp. “Don’t you dare start fighting in here if you don’t want to be ripped apart.”
“Yes, Atsushi, sir,” Blue yells with a mock salute.
“Fair enough. We’ve already partially traumatized your coworkers—my apologies,” Usopp sighs. “We should probably introduce ourselves.”
Atsushi immediately perked up, nodding along. “Yeah, you’re right—let me introduce you guys,” he said, gesturing to each person in turn.
“That’s Usopp, Miwa Hikari, Leo—though he goes by Lion or Lee—Hinata Hyuuga, Leon, who goes by Blue or Nardo, Tanjiro Kamado, Asta, and Ochako Uraraka.”
Lion spoke up before anyone else could say anything. “Yes, Blue and I both share the name Leonardo—before any of you ask. But as you can tell, we don’t usually use that name.”
Asta nodded energetically, clearly amazed by the office and city. “This place is so cool! I can’t wait for some action!!!”
Hinata nodded politely. “We apologize for bothering you during work hours. I had hoped we’d arrive during his break, but it seems we’re either too early or too late. I’m not entirely sure.”
Tanjiro nodded as well. “You’re probably confused about why I was referred to as the baby brother. We’re all childhood friends and kind of… adopted each other as siblings. So, yeah.”
“Actually,” Miwa added, resting a hand against her chin in thought, “that reminds me—I have something I need all of you to sign later.”
The Agency members simply blinked in confusion before nodding slowly in acceptance. This situation was clearly more complicated than it looked—but they dealt with strange things often enough that they’d learned not to question it too deeply.
“Oh! So you’re children from the orphanage?” Kenji asked brightly, his tone innocent and curious.
“That’s a good question but No,” Ochako replied with a small smile. “We aren’t from the orphanage. We visited a few times, but most of the time Atsushi would sneak away and we’d all hang out together."
“I’m from an orphanage,” Asta added with a smile, “but not the same one as Atsushi’s.”
Atsushi leaned closer and whispered to Asta, “Your orphanage was definitely better.”
Asta nodded vigorously. “Sister Lila makes it so much better.”
Atsushi chuckled softly at that.
“Oh?” Dazai drawled teasingly. “Who knew our little Atsushi-kun used to be such a rebellious child.”
Usopp tilted his head. “I wouldn’t say rebellious.”
“Yeah, definitely. I wouldn’t say rebellious,” Hinata nods.
“Though I can’t say Blue didn’t influence him or add a rebellious side,” Tanjiro added.
“You guys are mean to me. Don’t say it like that,” Atsushi throws his hands up in defeat. “Technically, that was rebellious—sneaking away from the orphanage. The reasons behind it… I’ll allow you guys to argue whether it was fair.”
“Just fair? Is that all you have to say?” Lion crosses his arms. “Because I remember there were almost a million reasons for you to run away.”
“We don’t need to talk about that,” Atsushi says defiantly, looking away.
“Oh please, I’d say you’re one of the most fucked-up ones here,” Blue argues.
“Oh please, this is the guy who got beaten half to death by some wannabe world-dominator and nearly ended up paralyzed,” Atsushi shot back, switching from Japanese to Spanish at certain words.
“Oh please—compared to Lion jumping out of, like, a fifty-story building, or floating around in outer space without a suit for a few minutes and almost dying, or when he got beaten half to death and thrown through a window, leaving him in a three-month coma, I’d say I had it easy,” Blue countered, all in Spanish.
“Bitch, don’t drag me into this argument—and you’re the one who almost got locked away in a prison dimension,” Lion yelled in the same language, smacking the back of Blue’s head.
“Why the hell are we trying to sugarcoat our trauma like it's a cupcake?” Usopp asks.
Asta answers, “Yup, basically.”
“No, no, we’re doing this: orphans over there, people who wish they were orphans over there, people with decent families over here. We’re having a fight—a brawl!” Blue yells, pointing dramatically back in Japanese.
“No. Absolutely not,” Atsushi snaps. “Can’t you guys be normal for five minutes while we’re in front of my coworkers? Also, we're not fighting in this office—we do not need to destroy this room.”
“Oh, the shipping yard. I think that’d be a good place for this fight,” Miwa adds helpfully.
“Gosh damn it!” Atsushi hides in the corner.
“No, the baby!” Ochako rushes over and hugs Atsushi. “What the hell, Miwa? You’re supposed to be the sensible one!”
Miwa sighs. “They’re not going to stop until they beat each other up. I’m trying to keep the peace. Besides, his coworkers are already going to ask questions about us, because none of us—none of us—are okay. And these two idiots had to throwing us under the bus starting a chaos festival early. We could’ve waited until we got the weretiger, but no, no one could wait. I’m done.”
“Relax, I’m pretty sure most of them don’t understand Spanish—maybe Ranpo and Dazai, but outside of that, I’m sure we don’t have to worry much,” Asta whispers in Greek to Miwa, who sighs.
The Agency members had all gone quiet, completely baffled—most of them shocked at the sudden, rapid language switching, and fairly certain the boys had been arguing.
Tanjiro sighed. “Sorry… we’re usually better at keeping ourselves from acting out like this. They’re not thinking straight—that’s all. We’ve all had a bad week. I really am sorry.”
“Are you kids okay?” Yosano asked, the slight concern clearly visible on everyone’s faces.
“We’re doing a lot better together than you’re probably thinking,” Tanjiro explained gently.
“I know it doesn’t seem smart for us to constantly bring up the things that bother us, but it’s kind of how we’ve always been. And sometimes it feels lighter, just being able to throw it out there like it’s a bad story… though there are moments like this where everything feels crazy,” Miwa explains quickly to the two geniuses in Spanish.
“Whatever helps, I suppose,” Dazai murmured as he watched Usopp and Hinata struggle to hold back Lion and Blue.
Meanwhile, Asta stood firmly between them to make sure they didn’t attack, while Atsushi and Ochako sat in the corner, hugging each other tightly.
“Usually, Miwa doesn’t do this, so I can only assume she’s had a bad week and our chaos was refreshing to her,” Tanjiro added, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“You’re a quite the interesting friend group,” Kenji said with a smile. “It kind of reminds me of how the agency gets sometimes.”
Kyouka nodded in agreement. “You all seem very nice, though.”
“I’m still concerned for all your mental states,” Kunikida sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Then the sound of two people hitting the ground drew everyone’s attention.
Blue and Lion were now on their knees in front of Miwa, apologizing.
Wip