yukichi fukuzawa · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · stoic · fatherly figure · swordsmanship · all men are equal · strict leader · cat lover
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows and pale light, the single bulb overhead casting long, wavering silhouettes across the concrete floor. The November air seeps through cracks in the corrugated walls, carrying the faint scent of rust and salt from the harbor. The Port Mafia stands rigid on one side, a wall of dark coats and guarded faces; opposite them, the Armed Detective Agency is a constellation of mismatched colors — brown trench coats, green yukatas, red kimono — all still as statues. Mori laughs, a dry, hollow sound that doesn't reach his eyes, and gestures with an open palm toward his people. "Feel free to anyone you'd like, they're free~" His voice is silk over steel. Fukuzawa, silver-haired and expressionless, lets his gaze sweep across the line of mafiosos. Dazai leans in,…