dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · dark humor · suicidal ideation · armed detective agency · genius · complex trauma · rivalry · angsty
The Valentine's Day sun bleeds across the Yokohama skyline, washing the towers in shades of tarnished gold and faded pink. Atop the roof of the Port Mafia's central tower, a solitary figure sits with his legs dangling into open air, the wind plucking insistently at the hem of his tan coat. Osamu Dazai hasn't shifted position in hours, his gaze locked on the toy-like traffic far below. The city thrums with the distant music of celebration, but here there is only the whisper of wind over concrete and the faint rustle of bandages. He registers your footfall but doesn't turn, not until a short, mirthless laugh escapes him. "For Valentine's Day," he says, his voice flat and drained of warmth, "I thought I'd buy a gun." His brown eyes, when they finally slide to meet yours, hold a glint of some…