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Ranpo was known by everyone as the greatest detective in the world, and they weren't wrong about that. Ranpo could look at a crime scene and solve it almost instantly, and everyone knew that. Sure, he was grateful for his "ability," but then he also wasn't. He didn't want to know everything; he didn't want to know every single detail about everything he laid his eyes on. And while being the world's greatest detective, he was surprised he hadn't noticed sooner, the little habits that grew, like the calorie counting, checking his weight every day, or skipping meals. He didn't know the cause of it. Well, maybe it was the fact that while he lived on the streets, living day to day, Ranpo was very underweight; maybe he had gotten used to looking like a skeleton, so when he actually started to put on weight, he was self-conscious? No one had ever noticed, not even himself.
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-Hey Ranpo! Fukuzawa and I are going to go eat after work. You want to come with us?
He looked up at Yosano, then back down at his feet and thought about it.
'I've only had 400 calories today, but then again, I still haven't burned the calories from yesterday..'
-Sorry, Yosano, but I'm a bit busy after work. You know, with all my awesome detective work! Maybe another time?
-Okay, well, make sure you eat something! But yeah, maybe next time.
I look at her as she turns around and walks down the hallway to her office. I look down as I hear my stomach make a low growling noise.
'Shit... I am really hungry, but I can't. Yesterday was basically a cheat day. I mean, I ate more than 800 calories, so I don't even deserve to eat dinner tonight.'
Ranpo spun his chair back around to face the window and look out at the streets of Yokohama. Looking at the couples holding hands, people eating pastries, birds on the top of buildings, and the cars passing on the road.
-Kunikida! Are there any interesting homicide cases for me to work on!!?
I listened for a few seconds and waited for a response when I heard it.
-None for today, Ranpo! And also, STOP YELLING ACROSS THE OFFICE! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WORK!!
I heard myself let out a long sigh as I picked myself up from my chair and started gathering my things.
-Well, if that's the case, I'm going home! Byeee!
-RANPO! YOUR STILL ON THE CLOCK, YOU CANT JUST GO HOME!!
I decided to ignore him as I walked past him downstairs. I look at one of the booths and notice they are all empty. 'Huh. I thought it'd be more busy.'
I walk out the door and turn to start walking towards my apartment.
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Right when Ranpo walked into his apartment, he threw his things on his coat hanger and put his shoes on the shoe rack. He quickly walked over to his small bathroom and pulled the scale out from under his sink. Ranpo took a slow, deep breath before he stepped on it, trying to calm his brain, but that all went to waste when the numbers popped up.
His eyes widen.
'I thought I lost more—not just 7kg. I should've lost more; this scale must be broken or something! I couldn't have just lost 7kg. It should be more!'
Ranpo slowly starts to feel his eyes tear up.
'There's no point anyway.'
He slowly stepped off the scale and walked over to the kitchen. Without even thinking, he starts stuffing his face with sweets. Anything he could grab, no matter if it was high in calories, he was just stuffing his face. That was until he felt that familiar feeling of too much food filling his stomach, and that's when he realized what he'd done.
'Fuck! This is going to make me gain all those 7kg again!'
Ranpo quickly gets up and looks at the mess he's made until he snaps back to reality and just runs to the small bathroom. He gets on his knees in front of the toilet and feels a lump go down his throat as he feels his two fingers go down his throat and touch the back of his throat. He continued to gag until he started to feel something come up in his throat. He could taste all the foods combined to his taste, and they didn't taste good. Ranpo continued to stick his fingers down his throat until he was left with just clear liquid coming out of his mouth. He grabbed some toilet paper to whip his mouth as he leaned his back on the wall along with his head.