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i hadnât read wan yet and my cousin told me to read it and omg atsu and ranpo are sho cute ><
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from you.
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
works © amamisa 2024. no copying or stealing, please!
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thinking of changing my url sob sob
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save me beast ranpo save me :<<
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
works © amamisa 2024. no copying or stealing, please!
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi from just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi from just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
works © amamisa 2024. no copying or stealing, please!
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi from just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to play all sorts of little tricks on you, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi from just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to play all sorts of little tricks on you, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from hou,
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi from just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
works © amamisa 2024. no copying or stealing, please!
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SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!
RANPO EDOGAWA âź BUNGO STRAY DOGS
premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.
story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!
love, misa âč3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!
â. . . Pardon?â
Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA officeâs chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.
âItâs simple, is it not?â He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five, and thatâs that!â
You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.
The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you canât fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.
âThatâs . . . false,â you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.
âIf sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.â
Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that âYouâre wrong,â and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.
Youâd think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.
Surely he couldnât have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.
But no, of course not.
Itâs Ranpo youâre dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, itâs been years now and heâs still going too.
He doesnât show any signs of stopping soon either.
(âYou just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!â He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.
Nobody else in the ADA couldâve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)
You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles heâs thrown your way, maybe a test to see if youâve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpoâs mysterious riddles.
Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.
The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.
He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasnât any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was onlyâ
âSixty-four equals sixty-five . . .â Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.
The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.
âCould it be a math riddle? No, thatâs not possible though if weâre going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?â
Ranpoâs mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.
Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever youâre in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.
Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.
âMaybe itâs about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background itâs placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind themââ
âAre you done yet?â Youâre brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpoâs voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as youâre met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from itâs previously hardened features.
âYou were taking forever to solve that one! And itâs really not that hard to begin with!â
âSpeak for yourself,â you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.
The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles youâre put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from you.
âYouâre Yokohamaâs greatest detective, itâs obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,â you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. âIâm not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.â
âAwee, really?â He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, âGo on, tell me more about how great I am!â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldnât have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases heâs solved in his repertoire, you really canât argue against that title of his.
âNo, youâve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi just this morning alone.â
A small pout graces Ranpoâs lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.
âSixty-four equals sixty-five?â
Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.
âNo, thereâs gotta be an answer,â he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.
âJustâ just give me anything you can think of, okay? Iâll solve one of his riddles one day.â
The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawerâs, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.
Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on youâ this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that youâd understand at the moment if he were to tell you itâs solution.
But despite that looming factor always casting itâs dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.
Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.
Ranpoâs noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in itâs entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where youâll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.
Itâs charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly youâve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpoâs always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if itâs outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.
Itâs really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasnât even thought of beforehand until you ask him if theyâre right.
(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.
But whereâs the fun in that?)
Heâll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes thatâs not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.
Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until youâve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.
Because while youâre always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that youâve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.
He prays itâll stay that way too.
Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?
Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, itâs basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), heâs always just a few steps ahead of you.
Itâs not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.
Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.
The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:
Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpoâs?
The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.
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omg hello lovely !! á° js stopping by to let you know your theme is soo pretty !! you def caught my eye w/ the âmemento moriâ & the pic on ur pinned â(á”á”á”)â + i see you like historical auâs omg those r my fav i would love to see one w/ ranpo if you do decide to write it !! i hope ur having a lovely day !!
hi new mootie!! thank you so much aaa >< my theme feels vv bare bones rn and i rllie want to chabge it up soon when iâm not suprr busy and improve it but i have no ideas rn ^_^â i hope ur day is great too!!
iâm thinking of writing one w ranpo rn! not sure yet but its noir detective au based in ww2 (or around that time period) japan!
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why is setting up a blog so tiring oh my GOD
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i made a carrd for my acc n now i dont rlly like it oops
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