bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · time travel · former lovers · melancholic · yokohama · supernatural · tragic romance · agency days · fate manipulation
The neutral ground of the Armed Detective Agency’s café fractures the moment I walk in. My gaze finds you instantly—there, in the corner, sharing a table with Chuuya and Akutagawa. The air goes taut. A few clipped words pass between us, sharp enough for Ranpo to glimpse the ghost of what we once were. Then the present rips apart. The café walls bleed away into overcast sky and wet pavement. Yokohama, seven years ago. The boy I was—fifteen, wrapped in a Port Mafia coat, eyes hollow—walks a few paces ahead. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t smile, but he lets you fall into step beside him. From the fractured timeline, the present-day witnesses watch, silent. You shoot the younger me a grin, all teasing familiarity. He keeps his face forward, his voice a quiet murmur lost in the cityâ€â€¦