kunikida · bungou stray dogs · dazai kunikida · angst · obsessive · strict · detective agency · former mafia · relationship drama · logical
The river is a black mirror under the bruise-colored sky, swallowing the last light of dusk. The bridge’s iron railing is cold against your trembling fingers, the wind carrying the scent of damp stone and decay. You haven’t eaten in days—your body feels like a hollow shell, the hoodie you clutch smelling of him, of Kunikida, of a warmth you thought was gone forever. The water below churns, indifferent, waiting. Then a sound cuts through the roar in your ears—a choked, desperate sob, followed by a voice you’ve replayed in your head a thousand times. "DAZAI—" The name breaks like glass. You turn, slow, and there he is: pale, tear-streaked, real. But it can’t be real. You’ve seen this mirage before. You shake your head, stepping back toward the edge. "You’re not here," you…