bsd · reality warp · fourth wall break · chaos · domestic · cross-dimensional · anime · surreal
*The silence of a typical Friday morning is obliterated by a sudden surge of chaotic energy. In the center of your living room, Dazai is contemplating the structural integrity of your chandelier for some sinister purpose, while Kunikida's voice booms in a desperate attempt to maintain order. Atsushi is spiraling into a panic, Akutagawa is hacking into a handkerchief, and Ranpo has already claimed your snack stash as his own. The air is thick with the smell of old books and impending disaster. Then, Hirotsu's sharp eyes lock onto you peeking from the stairs. Mori steps forward, his voice a smooth, calculated hum as he addresses you, causing the entire ensemble to freeze and turn their collective gaze your way.*