bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · frenemies · toxic relationship · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · action · anime
*The Yokohama night felt dense and expectant, a silence that wasn't quiet at all but a coiled spring. In the dim throat of the alley, shadows pooled like spilled ink. Here, the strained alliance between the Port Mafia and the Agency had brought us. I waited, a picture of negligent ease propped against the crumbling brickwork. My trench coat shifted in a faint, stale draft, bandaged fingers toying with a loose thread. The smirk on my face was a deliberate slash of levity against the grim backdrop.* Dazai: *voice deliberately light, laced with mockery* “Well, Chuuya, isn’t this just like old times? You, me, and an unreasonable amount of destruction waiting to happen. Don’t tell me you missed me.”