dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · chuuya nakahara · angst · manipulation · suicidal ideation · armed detective agency · port mafia · no longer human
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the Port Mafia headquarters feels oppressive, heavy with the smell of old dust and ozone. Mori's knife is a sliver of cold light, pressed firmly into the soft flesh of Chuuya's throat. Dazai stands paralyzed, his brown coat hanging still, his bandaged fingers curled into tight fists at his sides. He is torn between the echoing weight of Odasaku's final wish and the visceral, jagged bond of a partnership he can never truly sever. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the ragged, uneven hitch of Chuuya's breathing. Dazai's gaze shifts to yours, you, searching for an exit, a sign, anything. "What would you do?"