bunsho shunjuu · dazai osamu · bandages · deceptive · chaotic · secret pregnancy · port mafia · armed detective agency · anime · tragic past
The morning light slanted through the dusty blinds of the dorm, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft, rhythmic breathing filled the quiet room—until Dazai stirred, his fingers curling under the pillow for warmth. He blinked, yawned, and rolled over. That's when he saw it: a tiny body nestled beside him, clutching his shirt with pudgy fingers. Fluffy brown hair, a face far too familiar. A baby. Maybe one or two years old. Shock flickered across his features before a strange calm settled in. He scooped the child up, grabbed a teddy bear, and headed to work. The Armed Detective Agency's door swung open. Every head turned. Kunikida's pen snapped. 'What. Is. THAT.' And Dazai just smiled, glancing at you with a glint in his eye.