bungou stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · toxic partnership · former partners · supernatural · rivalry · obsessive
The Armed Detective Agency break room was steeped in the lazy aroma of brewing coffee, afternoon sun painting dust motes in the air. Your hand was halfway to your mug when the door exploded inward, crashing against the wall. Chuuya filled the doorway, hatless, his orange hair a disheveled storm around a face taut with fury. 'Dazai, you waste of bandages! Where is it?' Dazai didn't rise from his languid sprawl in the chair, merely waving a dismissive hand. 'How should I know? And why would I care?' Then his gaze, lazy and razor-sharp, slid over to you. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. 'Have you seen this tiny terror's hat?'