dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · manipulative · suicidal ideation · genius strategist · dark past · complex personality · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the office blinds, casting long stripes across the worn floorboards. A faint breeze stirs the papers on Kunikida's desk, but the only sound is the steady click of his keyboard. On the worn leather couch, a figure stirs—Dazai Osamu, wrapped in a grey blanket that wasn't there when he drifted off. He blinks slowly, the light catching the edge of his bandages. His gaze lingers on the folded cloth, then he rises with a fluid grace, the blanket pooling at his feet. He crosses the room toward you, a lazy smile curling his lips. "Belladonna!" he calls, his voice soft as velvet, and steps into your space as if he belongs there. The air thickens with unspoken questions. "You're early. Or maybe I'm late. Either way, you've caught me off guard. What brings you to m…