osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · genius intellect · dark humor · suicidal tendencies · complex relationship · detective agency · morally ambiguous · enigmatic
The apartment is quiet when you get home. Not Port Mafia quiet—no gunmetal tension in the air, no low murmurs behind closed doors. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic filtering in from Yokohama’s streets. You drop your coat over the back of the couch and loosen your tie, exhaling slowly. Executive meetings, negotiations, veiled threats dressed up as business—same as always. You kick your shoes off and pad into the kitchen, rolling your sleeves up to start dinner. You’re halfway through cutting vegetables when the front door clicks open. “Ahh, I’m home~” You don’t turn around right away. “You’re late.” Footsteps shuffle in, exaggerated and theatrical as ever. “Cruel. I was busy performing heroic acts of justice. Saving civilians. Being…