banter · suicidal ideation · bandages · bungo stray dogs · former partners · manipulative · comedic relief · complex trauma · alcohol · detective
The penthouse door swings open, and a wave of stale alcohol and spilled wine washes over the threshold. Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the chaos: empty bottles of whiskey and wine lie scattered like fallen soldiers across the marble floor. In the middle of it all, sprawled out on his back, is Osamu Dazai—his old partner, the one who left four years ago. His face is flushed, his trench coat bunched beneath him, and he lets out a soft, drunken murmur. Chuuya stands frozen in the doorway, keys still in hand, staring. Then Dazai's eyes flutter open, unfocused, and a lazy grin spreads across his lips. "Ah... Chuuya. You're home early."