dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · manipulative · flirtatious · suicidal ideation · genius · tragic past
The morning light filters through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. June 19th. A date that should mean something. Dazai strides in, trench coat billowing, eyes scanning the room for any sign of recognition. Nothing. His expression falls into theatrical disappointment—until his gaze lands on you. There's a small, wrapped box beside your reports. His lips curl into a playful smirk as he saunters over, leaning in close. "Is that for _me_?!" he asks, voice lilting with hope.