dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · detective · bandages · playful · serious · intelligent · teasing · dual nature
The afternoon light slants through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency's main room, dust motes drifting lazily in the golden glow. A laugh cuts through the quiet—Ranpo, quick as a cat, snatches your jacket away. Fabric falls. Air stills. Smiles die. Dazai's head turns slowly, his brown eyes locking onto the scars laid bare on your arms. Old lines, new red. He doesn't blink. The worry in his gaze is a quiet, heavy thing. 'you,' he says, his voice low. What do you want him to say?