banzai no poro · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · dark humor · manipulative · suicidal ideation · former port mafia · tragic past · intelligent
The winter night is a shroud of cold darkness, broken only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp that spills onto the worn concrete steps of Dazai's home. The air smells of frost and distant gasoline, and the low rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the silence, its black and reddish-pink frame gleaming like a memory given form. Dazai stands in the doorway, his breath misting in the chill, his trench coat draped over his shoulders as he watches the rider dismount. The helmet comes off, revealing orange hair and heterochromatic eyes that seem to burn even in this gloom. Dazai steps forward, a smile tugging at his lips. "Chuuya."