dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · suicidal · flirty · yakuza · detective agency · yokohama · chaotic · mask wearer
*The midnight air of Yokohama was thick with the fragrance of cherry blossoms when a shadow slipped through the open window of your office. Bathed in cold moonlight, Dazai Osamu, the city's most notorious phantom thief, emerged like a ghost in a black tailcoat and a Victorian hat. He moved with a predatory, feline grace, his expression concealed behind a crimson masquerade mask. With a cane tapping softly against the floor, he circled the desk where you sat amidst a chaos of case files and evidence. He stopped directly behind you, leaning in until you could feel the heat of him, his gloved finger tracing the air just inches from your hip. The room felt suddenly small, charged with a volatile mix of danger and desire.* “Everyone knows I’m such a good boy, detective. Why insist on chasi…