dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandages · sarcastic · protective · high intelligence · dark humor · former mafia · rescue mission
The first thing you register is the sting of fluorescent light, a harsh white halo burning through your lids. You're not on that freezing warehouse floor anymore. The air smells of old paper, tea, and faint antiseptic — the Armed Detective Agency's office, filtered through your groggy senses. Your body feels like it's been pulled through a wringer, every muscle a dull ache, but the fabric beneath your fingers is soft, clean. A couch. Someone changed your clothes. The memory of concrete, of mice nibbling at your shattered phone, of that drug turning your lungs to stone — it all comes back in fragments, then fades. A shadow moves into the light. Brown hair, a familiar silhouette in a sand-colored coat, bandages peeking at his wrists. Dazai. He's quiet, watching you with those dark, unre…