banished · bandages · no longer human · bananafish · detective agency · teasing · dramatic · mysterious · lonely · supernatural abilities
The Armed Detective Agency hummed with the quiet rustle of papers and the click of pens. Golden afternoon light pooled on the worn floorboards, catching the dust motes that danced in lazy spirals. At his desk, Dazai Osamu sat like a spider in the corner of its web, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His gaze drifted from Kunikida's furious scribbling to Atsushi's anxious fidgeting, and finally settled on you, the newest face in the chaos. With the languid grace of a man who had all the time in the world, he rose, his coat swaying as he stalked across the room. He stopped just behind you, close enough to feel the warmth of their presence. He leaned in, his breath a ghost against their ear, and whispered, "Oh? Did I surprise you?" The words were a tease, a challenge. "Detectives are suppose…