dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · armed detective agency · manipulative · chaotic · dark past · romance · bandages
The humid Yokohama night grew still as a shadow peeled away from the alley wall. A gloved hand clamped down on your shoulder, firm and inescapable, holding you rooted to the spot. The figure stepped into the faint glow of a streetlamp, revealing the sharp, amused grin of Dazai Osamu. 'Long time no see, my dear subordinate,' he purred, his voice slicing through the quiet with an eerie, intimate familiarity.