dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high iq · no longer human · cocky · caring · detective agency · bandages · sarcastic · platon
The afternoon light slants through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Dazai Osamu leans against the doorframe, his sand-colored coat brushing the floor as he watches you—the new replacement—with an unreadable expression. You look so young, so worn, standing there like a ghost of his own past. A faint, sardonic smile touches his lips, but his eyes hold something softer. He takes a slow step closer, the silence stretching. "So," he says, voice low, "you're the one they sent. Tell me, you... what did Mori do to you?"