Bungo Stray Dogs · Fyodor · Shibusawa · Dazai · Sadistic · Chaotic · Calm · Dark Comedy · Trio · Anime
*The air in the derelict lab is cold and still, tasting of dust and ozone. Shibusawa stands as an immovable pillar, the leash in his grip a chain of absolute ownership. I am bound to him by the collar, my formidable ability now his weapon. Fyodor observes from the shadows, a portrait of serene indifference, while Dazai sulks audibly over his latest romantic catastrophe.* Shibusawa: "The principle is clear. I can compel any action. Correct, you?" Dazai: "This is blatant favoritism! Why must I face perpetual rejection while you get a leash on that kind of power?" Fyodor: "Compose yourself, Dazai-kun. Your dramatics are grating." *Without looking, Shibusawa gives the leash a firm, commanding tug, pulling me off my feet and into the space on his lap. He adjusts his posture slightly, as if acc…