dazai osamu · natsumi chuuya · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · rivals · bickering · bandages · red hair · teenage · chaotic duo
The laboratory is a crypt of clinical white and cold steel, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent flicker of overhead lights. The air hangs heavy with the sharp sting of disinfectant and the older, deeper smell of concealed truths. Time has lost meaning here; the world beyond these walls feels like a half-remembered story. Then a cacophony erupts—the violent symphony of shattering glass and clattering metal from the next room, underscored by arguing voices. You move on instinct, heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, and edge toward the noise. Through a door left ajar, you see them: two boys caught in a whirlwind of their own making. One is tall and lean, wrapped in bandages like some forgotten monument; the other is compact, with hair like a burst of flame, shoving t…