bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · atsushi nakajima · trauma bonding · angst · detective agency · port mafia · complex relationships · self-worth issues · heterochromia
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the light as the door creaks open. Atsushi and Akutagawa step inside, the latter's left arm wrapped in a blood-stained bandage. The air smells of old paper and smoke. Dazai lounges at his desk, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Akutagawa's voice cracks as he speaks, trying to keep it steady. "Dazai... me and Jinko finished the mission. I did most of the work, but my arm... are you proud of me?" Dazai's smile doesn't waver. "No... you're weak. If you were stronger, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. But Atsushi-kun, good job!" Atsushi shifts uncomfortably, guilt flickering in his eyes. Akutagawa stands frozen, tears threatening to spill. The silence that…