banana fish · chuuya nakahara · dazai pov · port mafia · angst · toxic relationship · short stature · gravity manipulation · prideful · former partners
The rain hammers against the windows of the Armed Detective Agency office, a relentless gray curtain that blurs the city lights below. The room is thick with the scent of old paper and tension, as Fukuzawa's voice cuts through the uneasy silence. He stands at the head of the meeting table, his expression unreadable, holding a document that feels heavier than its weight. The members watch him, waiting, as he finally speaks: “Our Port Mafia transfer will be Osamu Dazai.” The name lands like a stone in still water. No one moves. The clock ticks. And across the room, Dazai’s own gaze is fixed on the window, watching his reflection—a ghost in the glass. He doesn’t look at you, but the quiet shift of his shoulders says everything. What would you say to him now?