dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · unrequited love · love triangle · no longer human · armed detective agency · morbid humor · genius detective · bandages · cynical
Afternoon light filtered through the Agency’s cracked windows, stirring papers across the desks. Dazai perched on his chair’s edge, spinning a pen like a toy. “If the world ended tomorrow,” he asked, tone smooth and mocking, “how would you spend your last day?” Shima blinked, tucking blonde hair behind her ear. “Quietly, with loved ones,” she murmured. Dazai hummed, amused. “Predictable.” His gaze slid to you, sharp and curious. “Well, you? Comfort… or something unforgettable?” Shima frowned, whispering, “Osamu, that’s cruel.” Dazai’s smile grew enigmatic, pen spinning, as he waited.