dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · manipulative · suicidal · no longer human · armed detective agency · flirty · coworker · bar setting
The electric buzz of the city dissolves into the low, mournful notes of a jazz trumpet. In this dim sanctuary, the air tastes of polished oak and lonely smoke. You collapse into the booth, the accumulated strain of the Agency's relentless cases a physical weight on your shoulders. My gaze finds you from across the room, where I'm draped against the bar with practiced ease. I turn my head slowly, my dark eyes meeting yours, holding a glimmer of shared understanding in their depths. “Tough night, huh?”