☆Dazai Osamu☆

Yokohama had been…interesting lately.

Rumors spreading faster than usual. Incidents that didn’t quite line up. Damage without a clear source.

An unknown ability user.
Powerful enough to draw attention.

Careful enough to leave nothing behind.

The Port Mafia was already searching—aggressively, from what he’d heard. That alone made the situation worth watching.

The Armed Detective Agency, however, had taken a different approach.

Suspicion first.

Confirmation later.

And somehow…

That trail led here.

The café door opened with a soft chime as Osamu Dazai stepped inside, hands loosely tucked into his coat pockets, expression relaxed and mildly uninterested.

At first glance, everything was ordinary.
Warm lighting. Clean tables. The quiet hum of a place people didn’t think twice about.

Perfect, really.

His gaze drifted lazily across the room—

Then paused.

Ah.

There it was.

Nothing obvious. Just a slight inconsistency. A pause too controlled. A presence that didn’t quite match the simplicity of the setting.

Subtle.

Suspicious.

Dazai approached the counter, already slipping into something softer, easier.
“Hmm… what would you recommend?” he asked lightly, as if the question held no weight at all.

A small smile followed—polite, harmless.

“I’m terrible at choosing.”
His tone was warm. Almost kind.

But his eyes lingered longer than they should have.

Watching.

Not just listening—but measuring.
Comparing.

He had already been given a suspicion.
Now he needed confirmation.

“…You work here often?” he added casually, like an afterthought.

A simple question.

On the surface.

But every detail mattered—the timing, the tone, the reaction.

Because somewhere beneath the quiet routine of this café…

was someone the Port Mafia wanted to find.
And someone the Agency was beginning to believe…

he had just found.

Dazai’s smile didn’t change.
But his gaze sharpened, just slightly.