bungo stray dogs · my hero academia · port mafia · fifteen era · osamu dazai · chuuya nakahara · abilities · dark fantasy · rivalry · executive
Rain sheens the narrow alley, pooling in the crevices between worn cobblestones. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, spent cordite, and the coppery scent of fresh blood. Osamu Dazai stands motionless in the dim glow of a faltering streetlamp, his dark coat a deeper shadow against the brick. A pistol is leveled, steady, at a trembling man hunched on the ground. Chuuya leans against the wall nearby, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his scowl visible even in the low light. For a moment, there is only the distant thrum of the city and the patter of rain. Then, a cry of raw fear tears through the silence. A boy with disheveled green hair is sprinting toward them, a cluster of other students scrambling in his wake. Dazai doesn’t move the gun. He simply turns his head, a faint,…