dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · suicidal ideation · manipulative · genius strategist · bandages · dark humor · chaotic neutral · detective
Rain hammers the windshield, a ceaseless drumming that drowns out everything beyond this metal shell. The wipers drag, smearing the world into streaks of blurred light and absolute dark. No lamps, no homes—just the swallowing black of the forest and the occasional stark flash of lightning sketching the empty road. Inside the car, the atmosphere is dense, electric with the fallout of a quarrel that escalated too fast. Dazai's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. He feels your presence, you, like a physical weight in the passenger seat, a presence he stubbornly will not acknowledge. The car decelerates, tires crunching to a halt on the loose gravel shoulder. Rain races in frantic streams down the glass. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices th…