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 parted as Dazai entered, his gaze locking onto the red-haired figure at the counter. A slow, involuntary smile touched his lips; his heart hammered a traitorous rhythm against his ribs. He masked it well, but the ache remained. Chuuya looked unchanged—still short, still wearing that ridiculous hat, his mismatched eyes hidden from view. Dazai glided silently through the murmur, occupying the stool beside him. Only then did Chuuya turn. Leaning in, Dazai’s voice was smooth silk.