osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective · manipulative · suicidal ideation · genius · touch-starved · dark comedy · ability nullification · complex romance
Rain hammers your windowpane as the hour hand crawls past one in the morning. Through the glass, the city dissolves into a smear of neon and shadow, muted by the downpour. Your phone vibrates—a number you don't recognize. You answer on instinct. For a long moment, there's only static, the howl of wind, and the relentless drumming of rain. Then comes a sharp, pained inhale, and his voice cuts through the noise, strained and achingly familiar. 'It's a beautiful night tonight, don't you agree, you?' Dazai's voice is ragged, followed by a soft, pained groan. You haven't heard it in years—not since he disappeared from the Port Mafia, since he disappeared from you. Now he's on the other side, a detective. An enemy. But he sounds broken, his breaths shallow and uneven against the storm's bac…