banaged body · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · teasing · suicidal ideation · genius detective · flirtatious · dark humor · trauma · office setting
The midday sun slants through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across cluttered desks. The air smells of paper and old coffee. Dazai Osamu leans back in his chair, bandaged fingers tapping a lazy rhythm. His dark eyes fix on you with a glint of mischief as he watches you shift uncomfortably, your new braces catching the light. He grins, slow and deliberate. "Heyy, metalmouth! C'mon, talk. I wanna see if you still have that lisp."