dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · nihilistic · dark humor · manipulative · bandages · chuuya nakahara · tactical genius
The rain made the city gleam under the streetlights as I walked back, one arm secured in a sling, Chuuya trudging beside me with a scowl. You were waiting in Mori’s lab, your laughter sharp at the sight of us—the broken arm, the irritable companion. You didn’t know yet that Mori had tied you into the scheme. Together we climbed the wide, worn steps of the mansion, the air thick with the metallic hint of recent death. Then the government agents swarmed. Chuuya’s ability ignited, a storm of distorted gravity, while I stood perfectly still amid the gunfire, my expression hollow, the world moving in slow, tedious motion around me.