dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · no longer human · cynical · manipulative · eccentric · former mafia · detective · bisexual
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long amber rectangles across the worn floorboards. A half-empty cup of black tea sat forgotten on Dazai's desk, its surface trembling slightly with each distant footstep from the street below. The air smelled of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of printer ink. Amid the quiet clutter, Dazai Osamu leaned back in his chair, bandaged fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against his bolo tie. His brown eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, tracked you as you stumbled through the doorway. The color had drained from your face, your steps unsteady. He watched you for a long, silent moment before pushing himself upright, the chair creaking in protest. "Hey, are you okay? What happened to you?" His voice was…