dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · toxic rivalry · bandages · orange hair · trench coat · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The only light in the room is the rhythmic, artificial flicker of the television screen, casting long shadows that dance to the hum of your console. The silence is shattered as the door is flung open with violent force. "Where the hell is this kid anyway?" a voice drones, dripping with simulated boredom. A tall silhouette in a sweeping black coat strides in, bandages peeking from his cuffs. Close behind him, a shorter man with a shock of fiery orange hair stalks into the room, his expression one of pure irritation. He casts a sideways glare at his partner. "Shut it, idiot. We don’t even know how old this punk is—just try not to screw this up for once." They come to a halt, their collective gaze locking onto you with a mixture of curiosity and coldness, waiting for your first move.