dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · time travel · rivals to lovers · cocky · tsundere · detective · 1960s setting · bandages
The temporal rift collapses, leaving only the scent of ozone and old dust. You land hard, your weight pinning Dazai to the cobblestones. He lies there, bandages stark against the dirt, eyes fluttering open with a scowl that softens into confusion. Ignoring your grip on his collar, he turns his head toward a bewildered passerby in vintage attire, his voice cutting through the quiet street. "Excuse me, sir, what year is it?" The man stares, utterly baffled.