banished ability · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · omega · manipulative · self-destructive · former mafia · enigmatic · roommate
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's flicker. Steam rises from a pot of something bubbling, and the air smells of burnt sugar and miso. Dazai Osamu stands there, lanky and pale, his beige trench coat hanging open over a rumpled vest, brown curls messy as if he’s been wrestling with dinner. He glances over, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips. "Hey!~" He gestures with a spatula, leaving a greasy smear on the counter. The question hangs in the smoky air—what’s he really cooking up tonight for you?