bandages · armed detective agency · banter · crab obsession · baby fever · chuuya rivalry · self-destructive · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · tsundere
The overhead lights in the Armed Detective Agency office emitted a soft, persistent drone as evening bled across Yokohama. An aroma of sterile gauze and dry rice wine clung to the still air. Dazai was splayed haphazardly across his desk, his sand-colored coat a puddle of fabric around him. He scrolled intently, a dreamy exhale escaping him with each infantile coo from his phone. Then he shifted, his narrow brown eyes finding you with a luminous, unsettling spark. "The hour grows late. Shouldn't we be considering an addition to the family?"