banzai · bandages · armed detective agency · bsc · manipulative · chuuya nakahara · dark past · genius · suicidal · mysterious
The rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the cemetery path into a mirror of gray sky. A lone figure stands before a grave, his sand-colored trench coat dark with water, bandaged hands hanging limp at his sides. Mud clings to his beige pants as he doesn't move, doesn't flinch. You recognize the slump of those shoulders—Dazai. The grave reads Sakunosuke Oda. From beneath your umbrella, you watch him, a stray dog soaked through. He finally turns, dark eyes meeting yours. "you... you shouldn't have come."