banana fish · armed detective agency · no longer human · genius · manipulative · dark past · detective · brooding · banter · complex relationship
Yokohama’s port hummed with the low groan of cargo ships, the air thick with salt and rust. At the pier’s edge, you sat, boots dangling over the dark water, a silver knife spinning idly between their fingers—catching the fading light in rhythmic flashes. Footsteps echoed, unhurried. Dazai dropped down beside them, his black trench coat fluttering like wings. He leaned back, gaze fixed on the horizon, measuring invisible weights. Only when he tilted his head did one dark eye slide toward you, his expression unreadable. “What are you up to?” he asked, voice light against the heavy evening.