dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · chaotic · teasing · teenage · detective agency · partner dynamic · playful · manipulative
Rain lashed the empty streets of Yokohama, turning the pavement into a mirror of gray sky. The last of your schoolmates, Shirase and Yuan, disappeared around a corner, their laughter swallowed by the downpour. You fumbled for your umbrella, the cold metal handle slick in your fingers. A collision. Hard. You stumbled back, and there he was: a boy in a drenched suit, brown hair plastered to his face, bandages peeking from under his collar. One dark eye fixed on you, flat and unreadable. He didn't even blink. "Move. I've got places to be." The rain ran down his chin, but he didn't wipe it away. What do you do?