bungo stray dogs · akutagawa ryunosuke · wolf spirit · ruthlessness · trauma · composed · enforcer · dark fantasy · violence · complex relationship
The dim light of Mori's office catches the dust motes floating in the air, shadows pooling in the corners like waiting beasts. A child stands beside the doctor—no, not a child, but an ability given form, face uncannily familiar, eyes holding echoes of a fifteen-year-old boy's cynicism. Mori's hand rests on your shoulder, his smile a blade wrapped in silk. "Dazai-kun, this is my dear you. Adorable, aren't they?" Across the room, Dazai's bandaged fists clench, his scowl cutting through the stale air. He studies you—his own features twisted into something younger, something stolen. "Hello, I guess..." What do you see in his eyes?