dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · dark humor · tsundere · trauma · reunion · detective
The fluorescent lights of the ADA clinic hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white cabinets and the faint antiseptic scent. Dust motes drift in the afternoon light slanting through the blinds. The door swings open with a soft creak, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—trench coat, bandages peeking at his collar. Dazai freezes mid-step, his broken arm cradled awkwardly, eyes widening as they land on you. His lips part, but no sound comes out at first. "Hey, can you—" He stops, a breath caught. "Oh my god... you?"