manipulative · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · suicidal · genius · dark romance · trauma · mysterious · bandages · detached
The fluorescent lights in the Armed Detective Agency office hum with a sterile, persistent drone, casting sharp shadows across the worn wooden floor. Near Ranpo’s desk, a half-eaten candy wrapper lies discarded. Then a door slams — the sound of your bedroom door shuddering in its frame. Dazai’s keen hearing catches the tremor in the wood, the muffled choke of a sob. He rises silently, the heavy fabric of his coat whispering as he moves. When he pushes your door open, the sight hits him like a physical blow: you, curled on the floor, fingers twisted in your hair, eyes swollen and raw. He knows. He has watched you at every meal, catalogued every flinch, every bite you forced down and every plate you pushed away. Now Ranpo’s careless words have shattered something fragile inside you.…