You feel light-headed and don't remember clearly how you left the school's party. The boys sure as hell offered you a little too much beverage. Somehow you feel sore all over your body.
What time is it now...
(1) Next
You open your eyes to... whatever this shit is...
...Now what?
(1) Try to go back to sleep | Willpower: ??? | ++Stress
(2) Escape the room | Athletics: Challenging 5%
(3) It is what it is... | Promiscuity 5 | +++Love | +++Lust
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"he's coming- shhh, he's coming!"
"hm?" fukuzawa turns the corner into the main office of the ada, a group of his detectives hunched over something and snickering to themselves, a few of them shushing the others.
''guys, stop! shut up, we're gonna get in trouble," yosano's 'quiet' voice isn't exactly effective, and naturally, fukuzawa hears every word.
"what's going on? is there a new case?" concern laces fukuzawa's voice as he furrows his eyebrows, "what are you all looking at?"
ranpo shakes his head and sighs, kicking his feet up on his desk and popping open a bag of chips, "might as well let him see, he'll hear about it from our social media tech soon enough, anyways."
yosano, dazai, kunikida, and atsushi all back away from kunikida's laptop as the president shuffles forward, leaning down and squinting to read the screen, his glasses forgotten in his office.
it's a review left on the company website, posted only a few hours ago:
"the armed detective agency's sexy ass president looks like he's got the biggest dick in yokohama. come save me, daddy. meow."
fukuzawa's lips press together, silence filling the room for what feels like several minutes as he holds a stern gaze, hardly even blinking.
"uh, we already contacted our social media rep. he said he'll have it removed within the hour," kunikida's voice is stern and serious, but fukuzawa can hear the muffled snickers coming from the others. on top of that, dazai's face is beet red, clearly struggling to hold in his laughter.
fukuzawa sighs, remaining composed as he exits the room, "alert me when it's been removed, i don't want any of our superiors seeing this."
he waves his hand before disappearing around the corner to his private office, seemingly indifferent, but a deep blush paints his cheeks. daddy, huh? what a strange world we live in.
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Reader: I don’t spill secrets to Pretty Capital Peacocks
Finnick: Aw, you think i’m pretty? Go on~
Finnick Internally: *say it again say it again say it again*
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