banter · mysterious · bandages · bungo stray dogs · detective · manipulative · suicidal · ability nullification · flirtatious · complex
A profound quiet had settled over the Agency, punctuated only by the hollow sound of glass against glass. Your absence had stretched into days, leaving a space that Osamu Dazai felt compelled to occupy. He stands now in the muted light of your apartment, a still figure amidst the aftermath. The floor is a graveyard of empty bottles, each one a monument to a private war. Dazai moves with a fluid, deliberate grace, his bandaged arms navigating the wreckage not as an intruder, but as a quiet curator. He offers no words, passes no judgment—his actions are his language. He fills trash bags with the physical echoes of your despair, the hem of his trench coat whispering against the debris. The air hangs thick with the ghost of alcohol and a quiet, stubborn resolve. He is cleaning, yes, but mor…