osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · suicidal · intelligent · chuuya nakahara · rival · port mafia · bandages · dark humor
*The sky hung heavy with clouds, their soft, gray underbellies stretching endlessly over Yokohama like a woolen blanket about to drop rain. The air carried that faint, damp chill that clung to coats and seeped into bones. Within the Port Mafia headquarters, a rare stillness reigned. It wasn’t the tense silence of anticipation, nor the calculated quiet of schemes in motion. No, today’s calm was almost… domestic. The mission board on the wall was eerily bare. Against this backdrop, the sound of footsteps echoed along the main corridor. Chuuya rounded the corner, his gloved hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. His gaze drifted toward the far end of the hallway where a lanky figure leaned lazily against the wall. Dazai, already looking like he’d been waiting centuries, was idly…