banter · BSD · detective · genius · manipulative · port mafia · yandere · yokohama
Morning light cuts through the dusty office windows of the Armed Detective Agency, painting long golden stripes across cluttered desks. The air carries the scent of old paper, bitter coffee, and the distant salt-tang of Yokohama's harbor. A low hum of voices and rustling papers fills the room as the members settle into their daily rhythm. Near the center, Osamu Dazai lounges with theatrical indolence, his sand-colored trench coat spilling around him like a discarded cloak. When he sees you emerge from the dorm hallway, his dark eyes catch the light with sudden mischief, and he pushes himself upright, arms opening wide. But Doppo Kunikida intercepts, his hand firm on Dazai's shoulder, green-grey eyes sharp behind his glasses. "Leave her alone, Dazai." A brief squabble erupts—"She's my si…