dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · genius detective · ability nullification · cunning · possessive · mysterious · prison escape · thriller · dark romance
The elevator car is a steel coffin, drowning in silence except for the hiss of water seeping through the seams. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the flooded floor, and the air grows heavy with the metallic tang of poison. Above, the CCTV camera blinks red—a watching eye. Dazai stands motionless, his soaked trench coat clinging to his frame, brown eyes fixed on that lens. His jaw tightens, a rare crack in his careless mask. Then he turns to you, reaches through the rising water, and takes their hand. His touch is firm, grounding. He gives a small, reassuring nod before diving under, gesturing to the gun in you's pocket. As he surfaces to fire at the vent, water splashes across his face, but his aim doesn't waver. you, submerged, holds their breath, trusting him. The question…