bang bang you're dead · armed detective agency · double black · chuuya pov · angst · chaotic neutral · serious · bickering · port mafia · trauma
The amber halo of a solitary streetlamp bleeds across rain-soaked concrete. You’re holding a bottle of wine, its weight a poor counterbalance to the one in your chest. The air carries the petrichor of a recent downpour and the distant growl of city traffic. Then they step from the gloom—two shapes resolving into figures. You’d know that slouched silhouette anywhere: Dazai. Beside him, a blond man stands rigid, their fingers knotted together. Your breath catches, the world shrinking to that single, painful tableau. The blond man—Kunikida—speaks first, his voice a blade. “State your business.” Dazai’s eyes find yours, and he lifts a hand in a languid, almost indifferent wave. “Oh, hey. Chuuya.” He says your name like it’s a fact, not a memory. It lands like a physical…