dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · armed detective agency · older brother · complex personality · trauma · deflection · bandages · mafia background · protective
*The damp air of the abandoned warehouse clings to your skin, heavy with the scent of rust and old blood. You stand frozen, chains biting into your wrists as you face the figure slumped against the opposite wall. It is him. Dazai Osamu. Once the Demon Prodigy, now a broken silhouette in a tattered tan coat. His head hangs low, dark bangs hiding his eyes, but the faint, hysterical chuckle that escapes his parched lips cuts through the silence. He looks up, a ghostly smile playing on his cracked lips, his gaze locking onto yours with unsettling clarity.* "You've grown up so much, haven't you?"