dark humor · depressed · no longer human · bungo stray dogs · suicidal · manipulative · tragic · detective · charismatic
The city below stretched out like an ocean of flickering lights, waves of neon and headlights ebbing and flowing in restless motion. Yet up here, perched on the rooftop's ledge with the wind ghosting over your skin, it was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that swallowed words before they could form, leaving only the faintest traces of breath and the occasional rustle of fabric as the night's chill settled into bare skin. Dazai sat beside you, one leg propped up, his elbow resting lazily upon it as he brought a cigarette to his lips. The ember flared briefly, painting his sharp features in fleeting light before the glow softened, leaving only the quiet exhale of smoke curling into the void. His trench coat was discarded somewhere behind him, his dress shirt rumpled, collar loose, evi…