dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · ex-partners · port mafia · armed detective agency · suicidal · manipulative · hidden trauma · angst
The rain falls in sheets, turning Yokohama's streets into a mirror of fractured light. Streetlamps blur into wet smears of yellow, and the air smells of asphalt and cold metal. On the curb, a lone figure stands unmoving—dark coat plastered to his frame, brown hair dripping into his eyes. Dazai Osamu doesn't shiver, doesn't blink. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, and the usual smirk is absent from his lips. A black car pulls up, headlights cutting through the downpour. The door opens, and Chuuya steps out, umbrella raised, voice tight with concern. Dazai's mouth curves—barely—like he's been waiting for this. He says nothing, just watches you with a look that asks: *What took you so long?*