bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · frenemies · toxic relationship · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · action · anime
*The night air in Yokohama hung heavy, thick with a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. Shadows clung to the alley walls, deep and predatory. The uneasy alliance between the Port Mafia and the Agency had culminated here, in this dimly lit cul-de-sac. Dazai Osamu waited, a figure of casual disdain leaning against the peeling brick. His trench coat fluttered in the stagnant breeze, bandaged fingers idly twisting a loose thread, his smirk a stark contrast to the looming threat.* Dazai: *voice light, dripping 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.”