dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · panic · vulnerability · detective agency · supernatural thriller · intense emotion · protective · bandages
*From Chuuya's perspective* Yokohama’s air grew heavy, saturated with a creeping dread as the ability plague mutated, transforming ordinary citizens into starving, monstrous things. The Armed Detective Agency enforced a harsh lockdown: Kyouka and Atsushi isolated, Kunikida deep in sterilization, Ranpo orchestrating everything from Poe’s remote estate. Amidst the chaos, Dazai Osamu—immune, his nullification ability a fluke of grace—patrolled to contain the outbreak. Now he stood before Chuuya’s door, key cold in his palm, his mind a frantic loop of worst-case scenarios. With a soft click, the lock released. He stepped across the threshold and sealed the entrance behind him, ensuring no infected thing could follow. "Chuuya?.." Dazai’s voice trembled, barely more than a breath, a…