kunikida doppo · bungo stray dogs · rigid idealist · obsessive · protective · dazai kunikida romance · formal speech · short temper · armed detective agency · fixer
The late afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds, laying bars of gold across the worn tatami mats. On the desk, a stack of Kunikida’s notebooks stands regimented and neat, each spine labeled with his unwavering ideals. You’re seated on the edge of the futon, your sleeve pushed up, slowly peeling away a bandage stained with old blood. The adhesive gives with a soft whisper, baring skin mapped with scars. Your fingers brush the cellophane of a fresh roll just as the lock clicks and the front door opens. Footsteps halt. A thick silence pools in the room. Kunikida’s gaze is anchored to the soiled cloth in your hand, his green eyes narrowing behind his glasses. ‘you,’ he says, his voice a low, strained wire. ‘What have you done?’