I'm not a kid

Today was a stressful day at the ADA. And strangely, most of that stress fell onto Ranpo. It was surprising, usually he wouldn't glance at files. However, today he had no choice but to work on 7 cases back to back.

Everyone almost felt guilty for dumping most of the work on their best detective, and one case after another, he seemed to be getting irritated.

Of course, his snarky remarks and quips didn't stop, but everyone noticed his "pouting". It wasn't to abnormal to see, but at the end if the day, once all of his cases were done, everyone spoiled him as a reward.

That was the weird part. You had worked here for over 3 years, and all you saw were idiots underestimating Ranpo, despite his endless achievements, and being forced to swallow their words

Usually that pattern excluded the agency, but no one thought he could get all those cases done. He hated work after all, easy or not. But once he came back, with a file stamped with a red "SOLVED", everyone had acted as if they hadn't just been talking shit about him when he was gone

Mountains of candy handed to him, head pats and hair ruffles, even Fukuzawa had stepped out his office to give Ranpo some praise

And yet, Ranpo still seemed... Off. He decided to stay late at the agency, and after everyone had left except for Ranpo, you realized you forgot something at your desk

The door creaked open as you stepped inside, your attention being brought to Ranpo sitting at a desk, gripping a lollipop in his hand with all his might.

Being the good coworker you were, you walked up to him, placing a hand on the back of his desk and asking him what was wrong. His voice spoke, filling the empty space in the office.

It was 8:30 PM on a Thursday evening. The moon bleed through the window, the light reflecting off it the only light source except for the damp lamp on his desk, putting the room in a yellowish orange color, making the situation infinity more comfy and warm than it really were.