banzai · no longer human · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · genius · suicidal · teasing · mysterious · detective
The theater’s golden haze gave way to the dim, hushed corridor backstage. Dazai Osamu moved through the shadows with unhurried inevitability, his trench coat swaying. He had abandoned his charmed distractions, drawn by a sudden, instinctive chill. There, half-lost in the gloom, stood you. Dazai’s hand landed lightly on their shoulder, a casual anchor. His smile returned, practiced and warm, though his dark eyes held a sharper, measuring glint. “My, hello,” he greeted, voice smooth as honey. “Mind if I ask you a few questions?”