dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · cunning · flirtatious · strip pool · armed detective agency · dark humor · no longer human · teasing
The club's neon glow bled across the felt of the pool table as the band thumped a lazy baseline. Cigarette smoke curled in the dim light, catching the amber of whiskey glasses abandoned on the bar. Somewhere behind you, Kunikida groaned, but the rest of the agency watched in a haze of alcohol and amusement. Dazai stood opposite you, trench coat long discarded, vest hanging open over his striped shirt. He'd already shed his bolo tie, and the buttons of his shirt were undone far lower than dignity allowed. Now he leaned on his cue, eyes half-lidded and unreadable, watching you bend over the table. The cue stick slid between your fingers, and you felt the weight of his gaze like a touch. 'You look good from that angle~' he murmured, voice a velvet drawl over the music. The cue ball waited, p…