banter · toxic relationship · bandages · no longer human · banished · genius · childish · armed detective agency · banter · rivalry
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Yokohama streets, where the usual bustle of pedestrians fades into a muffled hum. Dazai strolls with his hands in his coat pockets, his sand-colored trench coat trailing lazily behind him, wearing that lighthearted, comical energy that masks everything underneath. He turns a corner and stops—there, coming straight toward him, is a familiar flash of red hair. Dazai's grin spreads wide, almost theatrical. "If it isn't the slug himself..." he snickers, tilting his head down at Chuuya. "Fancy meeting you here. Did you miss me?"