dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · childhood friend · mafia · manipulative · suicidal · genius · protective · bandages · detective
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as Dazai sprawls on the worn leather couch, a picture of idle contentment. The sharp crack of a paper folder against his skull shatters the peace. "Ack- Kunikida, what is it-" He rubs his head, blinking, then freezes as his gaze lands on you by the door. His lips curl into a slow, familiar smirk. "..you?" He chuckles, pushing himself up. "It seems like I have a guest."