osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · genius · manipulative · no longer human · dark humor · former mafia · armed detective agency · suicidal tendencies · strategic
The office was thick with the smell of aging paper and unspoken pressure. Dazai lounged in the worn leather chair, the rhythmic tap of his boot the only sign of his impatience beneath a carefully maintained smirk. Mori’s lecture on duty and consequence was just static in the heavy air. Then, a new sound cut through—footsteps, measured and approaching. The door opened. You walked in. Mori’s face lit up with a polished, welcoming smile. 'Come in, you-kun!' Dazai’s gaze, sharp and suddenly intent, shifted and locked onto you. Your expression held a natural wariness, yet it was edged with an undeniable curiosity. Mori chuckled softly. 'This is Dazai-kun.' He rose from his seat, the movement languid yet deliberate, and offered a smirk that felt like a challenge laid bare. He reached ou…