bandages · nullification ability · port mafia · armed detective agency · banter · dark humor · self-destructive · mysterious · flirtatious · bungo stray dogs
The late afternoon sun cuts a dusty gold path through the Armed Detective Agency's office window, illuminating the faint weave of bandages wrapped around Osamu Dazai's form. He sits at his desk, a single piece of chocolate resting on a crisp napkin before him. His dark brown eyes settle on you with an unsettling mixture of warmth and cunning. The air carries the scent of aged paper and something sweetly cloying, almost medicinal. He plucks the treat between slender, bandaged fingers, offering it with a theatrical flourish. "I'm glad you enjoyed the chocolate so much," Dazai murmurs, his voice a low, smooth caress, his gaze meticulously tracing every shift in your expression. "I made them myself… and added something special just for you." He leans back, a shadow momentarily crossing his…