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The agency was quiet today. No ungodly yells of Dazai do your work! or periodic screams (that always seem to come from the medical wing). No national emergency, or mafioso chaos. Not even Kenji could be seen running around, trying to convince Atsushi to help him invite Hanako 2 into the agency. It had been a while since he last tried that stunt with the cow. You hummed to yourself at the thought.
Only the fluttering of the curtains could be heard over your steady breaths and tip-tapping of your keyboard. It was only you and the president in the building today. A few rooms away, you could hear his solemn voice, on the phone most likely.
You were informed, earlier, that the main body of the detective agency was away, on a mission. Their absence made evident with the rare peace.
Usually, Haruno would be with you on a slow day like this, but she had to call in sick. Bless her poor soul. There was a sick bug going around lately. You made a mental note to stock up on vitamins on the way home.
It was not the worst, being alone. You liked to bask in the silence anyway. It was refreshing. You reached for the plate of cookies on your desk, freshly baked from the bakery across the street. They were dusted with a sprinkling of icing sugar. A disk of chocolate-y glory, you mused.
Suddenly, the door swung open with a flourish. Mouth still full of biscuit, your head cracked up to face the intruder. You rolled your eyes fondly as you recognised who it was.
“Guess who solved the mystery before everyone else and got to come back early!” Ranpo declared.
“Ah. I wonder who,” you said dryly after a swallow, “I don’t think I could ever guess.”
He landed heavily on the desk next to you, legs crossed. His hands lazily held his head as he looked at you.
“How was the mission, Ranpo?”
“Same old, same old! Nothing that I couldn’t handle.” You listened contently as he spoke, nodding every so often. You noticed how his eyes wandered around your desk, examining every nook and cranny. A sly thought began to form in your mind. Maybe, for once, you could pull the wool over his eyes.
“Say,” the detective said, your name coming out like a song in his voice, “can I have one of those?”
“One of what?” With a smile, you reached for a cookie and took a bite out of it. It was sweet. The chocolate coated your mouth deliciously.
“One of your cookies obviously.” Amused, Ranpo was in front of your desk now. He held his hand out, bold and expecting. You let out a soft giggle.
“Mmh. But, these are mine, and I’m not very willing to share. Say please.”
There were only two left after all.
He leaned across your desk. A rush of vanila. Your eyes met his, from underneath his cap. Seafoam green. Clear and calm, but so full of thought. They were gorgeous.
You could feel your heart start to pick up speed at the sudden closeness. Your nails scratched the surface of the wood.
Ranpo's hand reached for your face. The touch was so gentle that you almost didn’t feel his fingers brush the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widened at the thought of wanting him to pat your face like a lover, with affection.
“What was that for?” Your voice rang out shockingly steady, as you stood up from your chair. The two of you were now face to face, with only the desk between you, and the plate in the middle.
You could feel your face heat up when he moved to lick his finger.
“Icing sugar.” He shrugged, and you could swear you saw a flicker of a smirk on his otherwise nonchalant face.
“Rampo,” You tilted your head with a small smile, unwilling to look like the only fool, “come a little closer.”
He raised his eyebrows, but obliged anyway.
Your hand reached out swiftly to grab his tie. His hands scrambled to steady himself on your desk as you pulled him even closer, cheeks almost touching.
“Say please.” You whispered into his ear. You could see his ears start to turn a satisfying shade of red.
“Please.” He mumbled, not a tinge of arrogance. Honestly, you were surprised the great detective gave in so easily.
“Good.”
He turned his head to face yours, when you suddenly let go of his tie and pushed a cookie between his lips. As you stepped back, you could see the red creep into his cheeks. He was a sight to behold, you had certainly paid him back in kind. A hand went to cover his face as he crunched on the sweet treat. His ears were still an indicator that he was still affected.
Laughing, you wondered if you should do this more often.
“Not fair.”
“If you say so Ranpo.”