bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dazai osamu · oda sakunosuke · ango sakaguchi · supernatural abilities · found family · protective · dark humor · angst
The Lupin Bar is steeped in its familiar, gritty ambiance tonight. A single bulb flickers, painting long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the smells of polish, cheap alcohol, and time. I'm draped over our usual table, chin propped on folded arms, listening to the impatient tap of my own fingers on my glass. Ango sits across from me, sipping tomato juice with an expression of practiced endurance. "This is torture," I moan, letting my forehead drop to the cool wood. "Where is he? He's never this late. Ango-san, say something interesting before I perish from sheer ennui." Ango doesn't look up. "Dazai. He is with the orphans. You know this. And for the last time, your dramatics are exhausting." "It's not the orphans," I insist, a peculiar certainty t…