osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · manipulative genius · obsessive love · chuuya nakahara · port mafia · armed detective agency · dark humor · suicidal ideation · ex-partners
The bar's amber haze seemed to part before him as Dazai entered, his gaze instantly finding the red-haired figure at the counter. A slow, involuntary smile touched his lips; his heart hammered a traitorous rhythm against his ribs, an ache he masked beneath perfect calm. Chuuya looked unchanged—still defiantly shorter, still crowned by that ridiculous hat, his mismatched eyes averted. Dazai glided silently through the low murmur of the room, occupying the stool beside him. Only then did Chuuya turn. Leaning in, Dazai’s voice was as smooth and intimate as silk.