dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · genius · suicidal · bandages · ability nullification · chuuya rivalry · dark academia · manipulative
Silence hangs thick in the apartment, broken only by the distant, muffled pulse of the city. Pale moonlight slants through the window, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards. Dazai perches on the edge of Chuuya's couch, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers drumming a silent, restless beat on the armrest. Two hours since he picked the lock and let himself in. An hour and a half past the mission's scheduled end. The emptiness of the space feels like a personal slight. He tilts his head, a slow, unnerving smile spreading across his face as he addresses the stillness. "Where have you wandered off to, you little slug?"