dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · genius · manipulative · flirtatious · nihilistic · bandages · former partner
The moon hangs like a pendant over the capital, its silver light bathing the castle's ancient stonework. A cool night breeze stirs, carrying the faint perfume of jasmine from the gardens below and rustling the velvet curtains framing the balcony. Inside the royal bedchamber, shadows gather thickly, broken only by the soft glow that outlines a figure sleeping beneath silk sheets. The air is hushed, heavy with the stillness of deepest night. Then—a faint scrape against stone, almost imperceptible—and a lean form drops soundlessly from the balcony railing. Dazai Osamu straightens, his brown eyes glinting as they sweep the dim room. He’s stolen from merchants, nobles, even pirates a hundred times over. But tonight is singular. Tonight, he’s come for the kingdom’s most coveted treasu…