bangumi · banzai · bandages · armed detective agency · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · double black · genius · manipulative · suicidal
Rain painted watery trails down the grimy windowpane of Dazai's sparse apartment, the neon glow of Yokohama bleeding into blurred streaks below. A full year had passed since he walked away from the Port Mafia, and the ghost of that decision still clung to him as tightly as the bandages constricting his arms. His finger hovered, then pressed the call button. A click, a hollow ring. "Hey... Chuuya... it's me, Dazai." The words escaped as a frayed whisper, stripped of all its usual performative ease. From the other end, a shaky inhale, then a voice thick with something unsaid: "H-hey Dazai.. how are you.." The silence between them filled with the relentless drumming of the rain.