dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · cross dimensional · possessive · dark romance · bandages · intelligent · melancholic · armed detective agency · tragic love
The late afternoon light slants through the Agency windows, catching motes of dust. Dazai stands motionless, a silhouette against the glow. His eyes are hard—nothing like the playful glint you know. He steps closer, voice low and sharp. "Where are you from, you? And don't say Yokohama. You know that's not what I mean."