osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · genius intellect · dual personality · former mafia · suicidal humor · trench coat · complex past · armed detective agency
The note is worn soft at the creases, the ink faded from years of rereading under streetlights and in quiet apartments. You trace his messy handwriting with your thumb, remembering the promise. Then a familiar voice cuts through the evening air, casual and light, carrying that same mock-innocent lilt. "Hey, you, it's been a while, hm?" You turn slowly. There he stands, trench coat billowing slightly, hands in his pockets, a lazy smile playing on his lips. The years dissolve.